I stand up and pick the paper bag on the ground before finally facing Ziyoon. He is following me using his eyes, still waiting for my answer to his question. I flash a timid smile and went near him. "Call the manager to pick you up here. It's going dark already."
"Why aren't you answering me?"
"I know you already know the answer, Ziyoon."
"No, I don't."
I sighed. "Stop acting."
"Tell me yourself."
I look at him when he seems persistent. My brows furrowed when I saw deep emotions on his eyes and I couldn't point it out because everything is clouded, close to an unknown burning fire.
I saw how his brows move up, waiting for me to answer him so I stared back at him, showing him that I am strong even though... I am not.
"Did he treat you wrong?"
"Was he cruel to you?"
"Did he
