SOTUS S: Prem and Wad

Chapter Five

Prem felt his heartbeat in his throat. He never got anxiety, really, he usually just got angry. Anxiety was new.

The motor show was interesting. The girls all expected their pictures to be taken and he complied, it was his job and he wasn't going to mess it up. But he just felt off.

"You alright, sugar?" Prem whipped around to see one of the girls from earlier looking at him expectantly. "You look a bit queasy."

"I'm, um, I'm okay," he told her, fixing his gaze back to his camera in his hands. "It's my first job in a while I guess."

"I think you're doing superb! You aren't creepy like a bunch of the guys they usually hire," she said with a genuine smile. He chuckled. "You sure you're okay?"

Prem honestly felt like he could spill his guts to this girl. Tell her everything going on. He was unemployed and boyfriendless and he was definitely depressed. But he didn't even know her name. And apparently he was doing a really good job of not creeping her out.

"I'm peachy."