I picked up the things that I bought consciously. I have this unnerving feeling, I don't know but it's like someone is watching my every move. I quickly walked outside but someone suddenly bumped into me causing me to drop the bags that I was holding.
I bent down to pick them up and I saw another pair of hands helping me. He may be the one who bumped into me. But I got shocked when he took my hands after he picked up the bags.
I harshly looked up to whoever it is only to get dumbfounded when I saw his face. He cleared his throat which brought me back to my senses.
Why do I have to always act like this whenever I see him? I want to smack myself already! I'm always like a teenager who gets star struck in front of her crush.
“Can we talk?” He said.
“W-what are you doing here?” I asked in
