Elena
“Are you okay, Miss Elena?” I snapped from my thoughts as I heard the staff named Hazel, the owner of the phone I'm holding, looking at me with worries and guilt.
“We're really sorry—I was just scrolling on my feed when this picture appeared in my feed and got curious about it, only to find out the name of this person,” she softly said as if she was afraid I would get mad. “I... I know I should have just approached you directly about it instead of showing it to everyone... it's my fault.”
I pursed my lips and shook my head. My gaze landed again onto the phone screen, couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my temples at this situation.
“Are you mad, Miss Elena?” Hazel asked again, the corner of her eyes were red as if she were about to cry if I would say yes.
