For the following week, I didn’t see him, he went to work quickly and returned late. I guess he got angry with me and is now being away by himself.
Not that I was complaining.
But, surprisingly he texted me at least that he’d be late and I won’t stay up for him, which I didn’t.
After a week, his majesty finally decided to show up early, holding a cupcake in his hands.
“Hey,”
“What?”
Perplexed, I didn’t want to be delusional and consider that a peace offering because according to him- He didn’t do anything wrong.
“Oh, you are here. I thought you were going to avoid me.” He smirked, taunting me while I was tying my hairs in a side braid.
Frowning, I turned to him, folding my arms, “Are you still stuck on last week’s talk after avoiding ‘me’?”
“I was not avoiding you. I was busy.
