end of story, is it us?

confession

In the afternoon at a private suburban shop, a young man who is mature but not old, even other people can think that he is still in his early 20s, in fact he is in his late 20s. He is dressed casually but a little neatly because he is going to meet a friend who he considers special. a little excitement, nervousness, and a little imagination in his little heart.

came a beautiful girl who was slightly younger in casual clothes but still neat smiled friendly then greeted her and sat across the table so that they were facing each other.

small talk like a friend and they ordered a few bottles of drinks together. after a few conversations and when they were a little drunk the woman half-consciously made a confession.

Woman: I want to make a confession, I will be honest now. the man was confused and half curious. Woman: I used to really like you.

the man was shocked, he who was half drunk was almost fully conscious.

Woman : I used to like you when we worked together. You are very kind, take care of me, support me, and you always take care of me which makes my heart flutter.

I used to really believe that you liked me too, I wish we could be more than friends and work partners. after our work is finished even you still give attention and my hope is getting bigger.

the man was still silent, his heart began to tremble listening to the drunken woman's confession.