Chapter Twenty Five

Red?

Why did he—

"When do you get off work?" He asked right after taking a sip from his coffee.

I watched him drink his coffee. The way he lifted his cup and sipped on the hot caffeinated drink with such suaveness and elegance made me think that there's a school for wealthy people that teaches how to properly drink coffee. I didn't even realize that I was staring and being creepy until he tilted his head back to look up at me again.

I flinched when our eyes met, and I certainly would have been redder than a tomato if I blushed easily. It felt like I had been caught red-handed doing something horrible by the last person I wanted to see me.

His gaze was unflinching. And even though his expression was blank, it looked like he was waiting for something.

Almost as if I was holding on to something that he had and he wanted me to give it back.

I shifted on my feet. His deep stares made me uncomfortable. It felt like he was prying my soul, and my mind for some sort of answers, and my sou