I failed at being a moai…
"Great," he said. My heart skipped a beat at how handsome he looked with that effortless smile. He picked up his office phone to ask Miss Lee to bring the drinks. "You like it black too, right?"
"Yes. Uhm, may I use the restroom for a second?"
"Of course. I'll get the coffees in the meantime."
While he spoke, I slipped away to the executive bathroom to splash some cold water on my wrists. I didn't know what I was doing, agreeing to stay here when he made me so incredibly nervous now that I knew I liked him. However, that didn't change the fact that even when I was a jittery mess, we still had fun. Our conversations made me forget the anxiety. Like the keychain, for example.
"Phew. At least he seems to be feeling better today." Recalling the way he'd left the bar, I massaged my wrist a little more, sighing as I felt overwhelmed by the sheer depth of my feelings. I knew it would never lead anywhere. "I'm hopeless."
