As he left, I shed some tears on his bed. Not bad for a sort of sleepover at his house.
                              The next day, he was not there at his house. As I went to the dinner room, I saw cooked breakfast sealed in plastic and a note at the top.
                              Oh! Good morning! I'm at work now, and I guess you were sound asleep when I opened the door. And I cooked breakfast for ya!
                              By the way, I was surprised that you had a crush on me back then. I never thought that someone I am working with has a crush on me. Thanks for supporting me all the way. - Anderson
                              I shed some tears yet again. It feels like heaven once again.
                              I checked the time. 10:19 am.
                              I searched my bag for some clothes, and luckily I have some left. I took a bath and changed. I ate the breakfast happily and went to work.
                              My face was brightened up as I saw the Time Warner Center. And I was a bit lucky to get a chance to see such amazing anchors do their jobs face to face. And so are their team.
                              I went inside, just to see Anderson waiting for me once again. I remember my first day here.
                              "Hey, Ainsley! Did you saw the breakfast I cooked for you?" he asked.
                              "Yeah, of course! Thanks a lot," I answered. 
                              Many people saw us walking to his office, making me feel a whole lot embarrassed. If yesterday I became more shy, this is pretty much worse.
                              "H-hey! Why are we here?!" I exclaimed.
                              "I'd like to ask you a favor," he answered.
                              "What?" I faltered.
                              "Can you go with me to..."
                              I became silent.
                              Anderson was just there, thinking where would we go.
                              Then someone knocks on the door.
                              "Who's that?" I shouted.
                              "Uhhhhh....Chris," the voice answered.
                              Wait...Chris...that name sounds familiar.
                              "H-hey there, Anderson!" 
                              "Oh, Chris!"
                                      
                                          
                                   
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[C] In Your Arms
FanfictionNOTE: This is very different from my Lightyears series, because this is...well...what I would imagine if I work alongside him. I was just a fan. Watching his reports on TV, following his social media accounts...I was just a typical fangirl back the...
 
                                               
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