Mr. Hottie sent lunch. It came from an Italian restaurant. He probably thought I got tired of mango sticky rice, so he didn't buy it for me anymore.
I'll just buy it myself later after work. To be fair, I enjoyed the food. I was in a good mood after lunch. I was also able to focus on my work.
I didn't clock out right on time. I waited for my colleagues to leave first.
And it was the right decision because Mr. Hottie was there at the Thai restaurant waiting for me.
"How did you know I would come here today?" I asked with a grin.
He furrowed his brow.
"I didn't know. I was actually waiting for someone here."
"What?!" How embarrassing! Stop assuming, Beryl.
He laughed. "I was just kidding." He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek.
"You smell good," he said, sniffing my ne
