POV him  I met her at our guest house MOM; she was one of our clients. She was an ordinary girl, but every time our eyes met I turned scarlet. She had warm smile. That girl didn’t run after me, didn’t ask for a photo or my signature. It seemed like she was avoiding me.  POV her  When I come to the hotel with my very heavy luggage, I slipped and fell down under his feet. His… a tall man with brown eyes. Of course, I just could not fell