Zia Vladimir
All through the day, I couldn't concentrate on work as his image keeps popping up in my head. 'Let's get married' his words echos in my head for the umpteenth time, and I hit my forehead lightly. I've been trying to get those words off my head, I've been trying to convince myself that he was just trying to pull my legs, but recalling the look on his face when he said those words, he didn't look like he was joking around with me.
"What's wrong, Zia?" That's Emily, my colleague. She must've noticed that I've been off since morning.
"I'm fine, just thinking of something," I smile at her and she pulls a suspicious look.
"Are you sure you're fine?" She further asks, and I nod. She finally shrugs and walks away.
The rest of the time spent in the restaurant is filled with m
