What am I feeling? Did I just run away to dodge the guy's stare?
What the hell?
The next morning, I prepared for work with just three hours sleep! Those eyes... All about I thought last night were those eyes!
"Good morning, Lana. No flowers for today, I see..." Blake, my co-proofreader, said.
"As if I'm waiting for those stuffs." Disappointed, I sat down and started working.
"But your words have a contrary with your face. Disappointed, eh?"
"Just shut up and work," I tell him with a glare.
He just chuckled and went back to his cubicle.
I decided to treat myself for dinner, but before I go, I went to the powder room to get myself fixed and look presentable.
As I am applying my lipstick, I heard noises coming from outside the room. I step my foot, trying to take a peek, but before I could do such thing, a man grabbed me and placed his hand above my mouth.
I was stunned. I tried to escape, but it's nonsense. This man behind me is too powerful.
"Shhh. Don't you dare make a noise. We'll be dead meats."
I stopped, so his hand on my mouth loosened and put it down.
"What the hell is happening?" I asked as I turned to him.
"I just told you to be quiet!" he exclaimed in whisper.
Just by his appearance, I ran out of breath. He is... he is the guy in the coffee shop! What is he doing here?
"Are you stalking me?"
"What? No."
