I tried to stay busy, shuttling between my school, my dormitory and the pack house. I kept my mind occupied with assignments and projects, but no matter how much I threw myself into my studies, my thoughts always drifted back to him.
Where was he? What was keeping him away? And why wouldn’t he talk to me?
Unable to take it any longer, on the afternoon of the seventh day, I decided to pay him a visit to his office. Since we couldn't meet each other at home, maybe speaking to him in the office might work.
When I arrived, I tried calling him again for the 10th time since that afternoon, but as usual, there was no answer.
Stilling myself, I walked straight to the receptionist.
“Good afternoon,” I greeted her with a polite smile.
“Good afternoon, Miss Lily.” She flashed me a cheerful smil
