Are we what we are?

ThE thorns of Jealousy

   I am walking around town with my work mate ahrI. Today is the day I want to court her, nope not her. Not ahrI. I am courting this starbucks girl that i felt attracted to, i dont even know her name. So today I am gonna buy her flowers. After a few shops, a lot of time surveying and asking for ahrI's opinions I went to buy us some drinks from starbucks and sat at a nearby walkway bench.
   "So which do you think will be appropriate? Red roses? White tulips? This is quite hard. Will she like it?", i voiced my concerns.
   "Maybe, maybe not. Don't need to spend that money zEd. Lol", ahrI replied as she rolled her eyes at me.
   "Come on, if it is you would you prefer roses or tulips? Or probably a teddy bear?" I asked her more.
   She turned to me, her cheeks blushing red, her eyes turned from a soft gaze to an angry stare and she answered in a stern voice," Don't ask me! I am not her. How would I know what she like or not?"
   That was the first time ahrI snapped at me. At that moment, i felt something behind the anger that is radiating from her. I felt the thorns of jealousy.
   "Let's go back to our work place. I will reconsider later, ahrI," I replied. We both walk back to the restaurant but i was quiet as to not upset her more.
   My female juniors have told me ahrI seems to be attracted to me. I brushed it off because i am cook. Such a physical job, sweaty all the time, oily and vulgar. I doubt this japanese girl would fall for me. At that time I also wouldn't want a work place relationship due to complications that may lie ahead that could affect job performance for both of us. Maybe my work mates are right all this time.
   The fork road ahead was apparent. Should I continue to ignore or pursue?