“Are you okay?” Asked Ruth.
“I’m fine. I just haven't had a goodnight’s sleep.” I answered, massaging my temples and feeling a headache.
I hate to admit it, but I felt guilty about last night.
Too guilty that I wasn’t able to concentrate on my work.
Just then, Ruth stood up and gave me a cup of coffee. "Someone wanted to give you this,” she said. “Gosh, the power of Sereia Philomena Isolde for boys! You really are quite a charmer that men always chase you!” She exclaimed happily:
I winced in pain, feeling the headaches worsen from her loud voice. “Who gave this?”
"I don’t know. It was just placed outside the door.” That was all she answered.
I grabbed the coffee and noticed there was a note taped on the cup.
“Don’t let yourself get hungry. I’m still waiting for your answer.”
