She lowered her head, hid her eyes from him. She didn’t want him to dive into her soul. Yet, he kept staring at her.
“Tell me, do you love me?”
His question made her heart beat faster. She couldn’t answer it. What did he expect?
She was enjoying her lunch. Then, this guy came in to the room, went straight to her cubicle, stood right beside her.
She raised her head.
“You’re having your lunch here?”
She looked at him in the eye and said, “Yeah. Is there anything wrong with that?” Read the rest of this entry »
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