"Let's get going," is the only thing I'd say after hearing his straight forward comment.
I averted my gaze when he didn't move and instead, studied my face cautiously as if I'm such puzzle he's deeply intrigued to solve despite of my complexity. I couldn't help but melt under his intense gaze. What am I doing? Being a killjoy and a little off like a jealous girlfriend for catching her boyfriend laughing with another girl.
My face creased at my own thought, that's not so good. I'm not jealous or what, I'm just really tired. At that thought, I faced him again and this time I was able to stretch a genuine small smile.
"Thanks for helping me out in my work, I'm sorry I can't accompany you today. Or if you need me tonight or the next...can I pass?"
"Why? Something wrong in your house? Do y
