Antagonist

31

I wipe my tear as soon as I hear my office door knock. "Yes." I say as I keep book on my lap with open pages side.

Harry walks in with charming smile on his face. I didn't expect him here. But anyhow. Like I'm working for him, but I didn't expect him to walk in my office than calling me in his.

"Well, I have a news for you." I furrow my brows in wonder what news. He sits on chair opposite to mine, eyes searching for mine he lightly knits his brows as he's confused about something.

"What news?"

"It's that we have picnic every year. We go for adventures." I smile wide on his news and ask "What kind of adventure?"

"It's not a big of deal, it happens every year, I ask a group of strangers to hide a necklace, and make a map, as if clues, then we'll have to search for it." He shrugs, I narrow my eyes in wonder. "Mind, explaining more?"

He nods and presses his elbows on table leaning on it. "There's a necklace, I'm gonna give it to someone who's hired for this job. 'Hiding' then he'll hide it. And give each groups a chit, in which there's a clue written, each chit has different twisted word for that particular place we have to search for, Get it?" He raises his brows I sit silently for some seconds then nod.

"So like, treasure haunting" I grin with my question, he take some seconds then shrugs.

"This sounds so exciting!" I get on my feet then the book on my lap falls on floor, I lean down grab it and keep it back on table. Harry knits his brows. "You're reading book, than doing job?" I regret my decision keeping book on table. "Well, it's a part of job" I shrug.

"Oh really? This book," he takes book in his hand. "Is a part of job?" I nod.

"Well like, I needed some sort of break, but harry, you can't complaint me, I've never been behind the schedule."

"Is that why you were crying?" He chuckles.

"Well like, my favourite character just died..." his eyes squints, I see dimples popping on his cheeks, teeth comes full on display, his laugh sounds angelic.

"Now don't tell me this is your favourite book." He says in between laughter, I grunt and cover my face in embarrassment. His laughs more when I have no response.

"Harry, that's not fair!" I walk around to take book from his hand and already tell him to leave. "Lemme meet your favourite character," he flips on pages, I chuckle on his silliness. "Who was that favourite character, main character?" I shake my head on his question. He's not laughing anymore. He's just having grin. So I take seat next to him. We both turn our chairs to face each other.

"What genre is this?" He presses closed book on his lap.

"Romance." He nods.

"Trope?" I knit my brows on his questions.

"You're asking questions as if you're a reader?" I tilt my head with grin. He shakes his head. "Gemma reads, sometimes she gives me books to read, I've never read any yet," I nod.

"She must be so pissed!" I chuckle lightly as I know how pissed readers could be when you recommend and no one's reading or end up hating that book.

I've never recommend anyone any book yet. I'd never actually.

"I'd rather watch any movie than reading any book." He shrugs, I narrow my eyes and push my head back, my chin pressing to my neck as if heard stupidest thing ever.

"That's because you've never read any good book yet." I take book from his lap, and avoid the feeling I had, when I accidentally, lightly touched his thigh.

He swallows lump of his throat and blinks couple times looking around then says. "I don't think so if I ever will." I pout with head shake.

"You'll never know how good it feels to read any book." I lean back on my chair and keep book back on table. And ask. "Well, when do we have picnic?"

"18 september" I pout pitying myself. I'm not available that day.

"I can't come." He furrows his brows with concern. "Why?"

"Its my...its someone's birthday that day." I state. He forms his lips in line and seems as if he wanna ask any further question but chooses otherwise.

"So how about I postpone picnic?" He shrugs casually I grin weirdly on his silly question.

"You don't have to do that just for me, others will be pissed." I shake my head with chuckle plus confusion. He's probably just letting me force him into not postpone the picnic, so that he will atleast tell himself later 'atleast I tried' so that he won't feel bad I'm not there because of him.

"It's canceled." He gets on his feet, I get too. He puts his hands in pocket of his formal black pant.

"You gotta be kidding me!" I fake my laugh, in selfish reason I'd let him postpone but I'm not that selfish.

"We could have picnic on 20, is that okay?" I shake my head.

"Everyone knows about date?" I ask.

"What plans you have for their birthday?" He asks. And he shuts himself—it felt like there were more words for him to say again. But he slammed it shut obviously, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

Does he wanna know who's birthday it is?

"Okay then, we'll go on picnic on 20." He walks towards door. I don't feel this right that he's postponing, but it doesn't seems if I could persuade him.

I sigh and take seat and think if it's okay whatever he's doing. I don't want my colleagues to think Harry's postponing picnic for me. Because I literally don't want anyone's attention in any perspectives. As if they'll think...many things.

But still...did he just postpone a picnic. Like just for me?