Hannah's POV.
I get up and realize I have to work today...with Grace.. When she told me she wanted to forget about the kiss, I agreed but I don't really want to forget, but in a way I have to since I work with her. I get dressed and head out the door with a morning shake in my hands. I drive over to work and say good morning to the front desk later and walked into Graces office. I walk in to see her sitting at her desk with her head in her hands,
"Goodmorning Ms. Helbig!" I say cheerfully
She looks up at me and she has bags under her eyes and her eyes were red from the lack of sleep,
"Morning." She says quietly
"Did you sleep at all Helbig?" I ask setting down her coffee in front of her
"Not really" She takes a sip of her coffee
"What kept you up?" I sit in the chair in front of her desk
She instantly tensed up and she seemed nervous,
"I.. Umm.. I wa-wasnt feeling t-to well..." She studdered, she shook her head looking down as if she was dissapointed in herself
I didnt want to push her so I just let it slide, she gives me a few ideas for styles and I start sketching for the day. Throughout the day I kept seeing her from the corner of my eye looking at me while biting her lip like as if she was thinking or concentrating really hard. Everytime I spoke to her she would studder or answer quickly and she would barely look at me. I just figured that something happened with someone and it was bothering a lot so I just kept my distance to give her space. I just kept to myself and only talked to her when needed.
Grace's POV.
She knows something is up and she even asked but of course I couldn't tell her because I told her to forget about it. She probably has forgotten about it and doesnt care, im pretty sure if I asked her if she remembered she would have no idea of what im talking about. She doesnt like me that way, just because she's gay doesnt mean she likes you. Everytime I talked to her I would studder so I just try to talk to her as less as possible unless its work related. I can't avoid her forever, I just need to forget about everything and just look at our future as being the best of friends. I got up to go place something on Hannah's desk, she looked up at me and I instantly felt sick to my stomach. Hannah saw the change of emotion,
"What's wrong? You okay?" She gets up
"I uhh.. Ya.. a-actually no.. I-I think im gonna go home.. you should too.." Once again I studder
"Would you like me to drive you home?" She asks so caringly
I wanted to say yes but knew I couldn't, it would just make me even more sick.
"No, its fine, thank you Hannah." I smile
I get my bag and head out the door and to the bathroom, I run into a stall and empty my stomach. How can love make me so physically ill..?
Maybe this is a sign of her being the right one..?
