Margareth POV
Since we had not talked for almost a day, I get stunned by his unexpected existence. "Well, I-I.. work.." I stammered through my utterance. I didn't know why I was afraid to reveal the truth that I was working as a freelance barista.
"Are you working??" His thick eyebrows were furrowed, making sure if he didn't hear the wrong the phrases.
I then nodded as my gazes met his. Although I felt scared like a prisoner being sentenced to jail, I gathered my bravery and confidence to assure him. After that, he responded, "Why are you doing it? Do you really need some amount of money?"
In a split second, I avoided his stares and answered, "I just want to be productive, and get paid at the same time. About money, I don't really think of it since I still have some amount of it in my
