Sandal's POV:
"Zohma, why are meeting for lunch?" I whined.
"Friends don't need reasons to meet." She stated.
"Okay fine!"
"Good, I'll pick you."
" Okay! Allah Hafiz."
"Allah Hafiz."
Ending the call I glanced at the notebook which has today's schedule of Sir. I have to inform him about it but, too hesitant to do it. It was never my favourite task, to begin with. It always ruined my day because it's my first work early in the morning and he always humiliated me with his stupid comments on my lack of professional training. But things started to change slowly and for an unknown reason, he stopped embarrassing me. Now... he just stares, with an unfathomable expression on his face. His gaze never leaves me and makes me uncomfortable to the point that sometimes I started to stutter. I did
