Rainfall by Melissa Delport - Romance -Audiobook I Am Producing
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I grabbed a few items that Mom asked me to bring and smile at the lady behind the till. How are you, Miranda? I asked the elderly woman. I have known for most of my life. Fine, Thank you, Page, she replies. It's my grandson's birthday tomorrow. We're having a little party for him. Five years is a milestone or so my daughter in law tells me she frowned disapprovingly before continuing, although apparently 60 is just unordinary day. Where were they last month on my birthday pay skiing in Switzerland? That's where I don't know, like got was a lousy phone call woke me up because of the time difference. Frankly, I'm surprised they even bothered. She seems to have forgotten that I'm standing here and I'm starting to feel a little bit awkward when she suddenly pulls herself together and gives me a very put on cashier Smile. Anyway, I'm looking forward to it. I got him a lovely little red wagon. Wooden Children today get far too much plastic and electronic equipment. There was an awkward pause as they tried to decide on the correct response. Well, congratulations. I cry with far too much enthusiasm. I hope the weather is nice. I quickly pay for my purchases and head for the door, ripping open the Snickers and taking an enormous and enormously satisfying bite. Ah, head back outside and take a moment to assess the ring. It seems to have gotten worse. It doesn't bother me running back to the car, but I'll be damned if I let a good Snickers bar go to waste. I'll just have to hang around here until I'm done. A cram. Another huge mouth, Bolin, Although I haven't yet swallowed the first excuse me. A soft voice murmurs in my ear, a jump about a foot in the air and choke on the chocolate, spinning around a riel and shock and embarrassment as a recognised old blue eyes still hanging on to his boring umbrella. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying desperately to swallow what is already crammed in there. But it's not going down without a fight. I have to have close my eyes in concentration, and the handsome stranger is gaping at me, an alarm glancing round quickly as to check. If there is anyone around who might be able to help after what feels like an eternity. I swallowed down about half the Snickers bar on one goal, my eyes watering from the pain and effort, trying to act as though there is nothing wrong. I gaze up at him innocently. Yes, I asked politely, as though nothing has happened. Did I just imagine it? Or did he just cover up a snort of laughter behind a very obvious throat clearing Appear about him? My eyes narrowed. What is it? I ask for more aggressively crossing my arms over my chest and then realizing that the packet I am carrying is far too heavy for this position to be comfortable. I uncross my arms. Um, he looks slightly desperate for a moment and runs his hands through his dark curly hair. Very handsome. I decide his eyes were so blue they should be their own Pando on