She stared at me almost with no expression in her face. I tried to stop laughing because she looked like she malfunctioned and cannot comprehend what I just said. "Did I do something wrong? Do you secretly hate me deep in your heart?" she said almost inaudibly. "What?" I was confused and not following her question. Why would I be mad at her? she didn’t do anything wrong. And even if she did, I can't bring myself too actually be mad at her. one smile and I’d melt. That’s how much power she has over me. "Don’t answer my question with another question please. I’m asking if you’re mad at me," she insisted. "I'm not mad at you," and so I answered. "Really? Then why are you doing this to me? oh my god I feel like I’m suffocating because of all the nervousness,” she excl

