Azalea
Three weeks later
“Kate.”
I was walking down the hallway with an armful of clean sheets when someone called my name. I turned around and saw the handsome man who had caught me from falling the other day.
“Do you remember me?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes,” I replied. How could I forget someone so good-looking like him?
He smiled bigger. “I thought you might have forgotten me.” His face turned a little red. It was cute seeing a grown man blush.
“Where are you going?” he asked casually.
“I need to change the bed sheets in room 308,” I said, shifting the heavy sheets in my arms.
“Oh, when will you be free from work?” he suddenly asked.
I was confused by his question. “I don’t understand why you’re asking me that.”
“Don’t be scared,” he said, approaching me. I could smell his
