She kept banging her forehead with her clenching fist. Her eyes would alternately exchange to gaze from her computer screen and her cellphone on the table. Whether she would like to continue her work, or text Cross about her mistake.
What has she done?!
The flowers were beautiful, okay? It’s just that every day, she would receive different flowers from the same stalker who does not have the balls to show up and exceed the creepiness he is having on his body. She did not expect that Cross would give her a boquet!
“Coffee?”
Yngrid’s soft voice disturbed her raging thoughts, making her lift up her face. Her colleague was smiling down at her with a plastic cup of coffee in her hand and pushing gently another cup in front of her.
“Hey,” Elizabeth said and nodded while smiling slowly. “Than
