You Belong with Me

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Freen POV

Feeling anxious and unable to focus on work, I found myself continually glancing at my phone, hoping for a message from Becky. The persistent silence only added to my unease, making it challenging to concentrate on the project presented by one of my employees.

As the team awaited my input, I couldn't shake off the thoughts of Becky. "Bos, what do you think about this project?" my employee asked, breaking the silence in the room. My mind, however, was occupied elsewhere, and the whole meeting seemed to wait for my response.

Distracted and struggling to act normal, I mumbled, "It's okay, I guess," feeling embarrassed by my lack of focus. Attempting to regain control, I forced myself to concentrate on the presentation, but my mind kept drifting back to Becky.

Observing my behavior, one of my employees voiced concerns to my secretary. "Is our bos okay? She seems to have a lot on her mind today," they noted, signaling that my internal turmoil was noticeable.

Amid the professional challenges, my thoughts lingered on how to reconcile with Becky. I missed her deeply and found solace in reminiscing about the moments we shared. The weight of the situation cast a shadow over my work, leaving me yearning for a resolution.

Becky POV

Trying desperately to focus on my studies, I felt like the world was conspiring against me. Each task I attempted only served as a reminder of Freen. Even my lecturer seemed to resemble her, a coincidence that didn't go unnoticed by my astute professor.

"Is there something you disagree with, Rebecca? Or is there something on your mind that you'd like to share?" my lecturer inquired, detecting my distracted state. I tried to play it cool, shaking off the thoughts of Freen. "No sir, I'm okay," I replied, attempting to sound composed.

As the class concluded, Yha, my observant friend, approached me with concern. "Are you okay? You seemed distracted during class," she asked. I sighed deeply before confessing, "Me and Freen, we were arguing last night, and the truth is, I'm still mad at her."

Yha, always the voice of reason, probed, "Did she try to explain anything?" I acknowledged, "Yes, she did, but I'm still upset. How could she do that when we're still getting to know each other? Despite that, it's annoying why I can't stop thinking about her."

Yha, with a knowing smile, reassured me, "It's because you love her. Trust me, Becky, I've known you for a long time, and I've never seen you like this, not even with Nop. Are you sure you don't want to get back with Freen?" she teased.

"I don't think so. Besides, I can't live without her," I admitted. Yha playfully predicted, "Okay, let's see who starts missing the other first. You don't need to be so stubborn, Becky. Let's see who wins this little standoff."

Freen worked tirelessly to reconcile with Becky, determined to make amends. She even decided to go all out by planning a surprise candlelight dinner. As Freen prepared Becky's favorite pasta, she couldn't help but wonder if her efforts would be well-received.

In the midst of her cooking, the doorbell rang, and Freen was pleasantly surprised to find the designer and florist she had hired arriving to add the finishing touches to the surprise dinner.

"I'm just doing this for my partner. I'll leave it to you to make it perfect," Freen said, excitement evident in her voice.

The designer assured her, "We'll work as fast as possible, and I'm sure your partner will appreciate your effort."

Leaving the professionals to their work, Freen couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As they worked on the decorations and ambiance for the surprise, the florist couldn't help but express admiration for Freen's commitment.