The smile he had put on before returned for a moment when she sat down beside him. Now that he was getting a better look at her, Weston had to admit she truly was beautiful. She was definitely worthy of being a princess she certainly had the appeal. Realizing he was staring he looked away and snuffed out the butt of his cigarette, chucking when she mentioned him being lazy.<br/><br/>â€œLazy? Not in the slightest. Laziness is one of my pet peeves, actually.â€ He muttered with a sigh as he shook his head a little. If there was one thing he was not it was definitely lazy. Everybody at work knew about his workaholic tendencies of staying at the office late just to get simple paperwork done and even a bit of cleaning in the process on occasion. His workstation was always a mess, sometimes he got a little behind on paperwork because of procrastinating, but he certainly was not lazy. The very fact that she had brought up the word was quite amusing. â€œIt was wishful thinking, no need to follow through with it.â€ His words were honest and hopefully showed that he was not someone who would want to be lazy. â€œI merely brought it up because Iâ€™ve been working long hours again this week, itâ€™s a little taxing.â€<br/><br/>Long hours that were mostly brought upon him because of being a workaholic, he reminded himself again. Maybe he should work on that more. It was one of the many quirks he had about him that just didnâ€™t seem to go away. Part of his personality, it would most likely remain forever; he was not going to just wish away. Why would he want to wish a part of him away anyway? He was going to have to come up with another wish that was actually suitable. There were so many things going through his mind, many more things he could wish for were coming to him, some more appealing than others as always, but soon his thoughts were interrupted when she mentioned him not having a woman of his own because he was a perfect man.<br/><br/>Weston arched a brow, â€œYou really think Iâ€™m perfect? Well, I hate to break it to you but Iâ€™m not.â€ His arrogance had faded a little which was actually quite rare for him. Normally he would agree that he was perfect in some way, shape, or form but right now he was chewing down his ego and actually being quite humble. He wondered what brought that up and contemplated questioning it since it seemed so out of the blue. His mood had become somewhat dampened and he spoke quietly, trying to hold back a little, it was time for him to reveal a little about himself since Jasmine had been so kind as to share something about herself with him, â€œThere has only been one woman who decided she was going to be brave and put up with me and she had fallen ill, passed away about two years ago.â€<br/><br/>â€œSince then I just havenâ€™t found anyone else,â€ he leaned back against the couch again and smiled to brighten the mood again. Even with a few tragic events happening in his life here and there he was always care free and energetic. But even he was not immune to it, â€œThough you canâ€™t bring back the dead now can you?â€ He threw in a half-hearted joke. Some days he truly missed her, wanted to see her smiling face again and hold her in his armsâ€¦