I puckered my lips when I saw Heather approaching to the direction where I was. I had already served him his coffee in his room, and after that, he drove me away. I couldn't help but feel upset because, after my effort, he couldn't even thank me for what I did to him.
I know that this is just a shallow reason for me to be annoyed with him, but then, thanking me wasn't a big thing for him. I'll pay attention to him if he ever thanks me for what I did for him, right? Why is it so hard for him to thank me?
"What happened?" Heather asked when she neared the sofa where I was sitting. She sat beside me, and I was not surprised when I saw her wide smile. "Did you two talk?"
I puckered my lips because of what she asked. Every time I remember how he drove me away a while ago after I gave him the
