The whole night, Sibyl tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, which left her a complete mess the next morning. She had picked up a job distributing pamphlets for a new, expensive restaurant, but she was highly distracted and lost. The restaurant was located in an area frequented by tourists, so she had to lure them in with smiles and pamphlets. However, her sleepy state made it increasingly difficult. All night, she had kept thinking about Keshton’s confession and her own feelings for him. She never thought that a cold and emotionless man like him would be so bold as to confess his feelings. Afterward she had just run up to her apartment, even though he had said they shouldn’t run away from each other. “I really acted immaturely,” she sighed, sitting against the restaurant wall for a m
