IVY
“Why are you worried about whether I had breakfast or not, sir? I can take care of myself so you don't have to be concerned about me” I told him and he took a step toward me. I felt my heart skip a beat when he did that and the scent of his cologne filling my nose didn’t help either.
“You didn’t answer my question, Ms. Park. Did you have breakfast this morning?” He repeated his question and I sighed while I stared at him.
Why was he so concerned with me? Why did he have to keep on confusing me with these little gestures that shouldn’t even mean anything? Why couldn’t he just ignore me and act like I didn’t even exist unless it was absolutely necessary to talk to me?
“I didn’t have breakfast” I answered him and he gave me a look.
“It’s your turn to answer my question, sir. Why are
