The atmosphere was a little awkward, mainly because knowing Zenon might have a crush on me made it impossible to decide what expression to wear.
But until my coffee was ready, he didn't say another word.
I was confused.
Based on his eagerness during our consultations, he seemed quite desperate.
If it really was me he liked, and I was standing right here, why wouldn't he say anything?
Suddenly, a long, pale hand reached out and turned off the coffee machine.
I looked up abruptly.
Zenon's stoic face was colder than before. He pointed at my cup. "It's full."
I thanked him repeatedly, even more puzzled.
Would someone be so cold towards the person they liked?
Finally, holding my coffee, I smiled and said goodbye to Zenon.
He nodded slightly, this time without even a grunt.
I was completely relieved.
Who could be this cold to their crush?!
Yep! Definitely not me!
Humming a happy tune, I returned to my workstation.
But as I picked up my backup phone, my blood ran cold.
Zenon had sent several messages.
Riche:
ãI just saw her by the water cooler.ã
Riche:
ãShe looked like she didn't sleep well last night. Her dark circles were quite prominent. Should I send her something to perk her up?ã
Comments(0)
Join the discussion — sign in to leave a comment
Sign In to CommentNo comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!