บท 67: Lets Ditch!

"Check out the hottie"

"Not the sweatpants, gosh, they are my weakness"

"He's so fine too!"

"Sssh! I think he might've heard us"

"Oh my gosh, he's looking over here! Act normal!"

"We have to no, duh!" "he's probably in the military or a gym instructor"

"What the heck? Shut up! He's coming, he's coming!"

The three female first-floor receptionists murmur amongst themselves, admiring a handsome man who enters A STAR and is making his caramel bronze skin self to the receptionist's desk.

His black hair, which was once a buzz cut, has since grown about two inches, so he looks like he could pass for a bodyguard, but his appearance betrays his youth. Of course, it is possible to mistake his age, but in fact, Zachery, the man the three female receptionists were just drooling over, is one year older than Belen.

His confident facial features are his mesmerizing hazel eyes that seem to engrave themselves onto anyone who makes eye contact with him.