I couldn't help myself but observe his every movement as he meticulously explains each detail of the project displayed on the screen. His hands gracefully move, adding emphasis to his speech.
"Is everyone clear?" he asks, resting his hands  on the table he leans forward. 
"Yes, sir," the team responds in unison, diligently jotting down key points.
I glance around the room, my eyes land on Dylan, engrossed in reading the file. He sets his pen down on the table and looks ahead, our gazes meeting. A warm smile spreads across his face, and I can't help but return the gesture.
My nose crunches as I hear the person close by clear his throat, it's none other than the Mr.  Jerk. I instinctively turn to my right, only to find Mr. Han taking his seat.
"Are you clear Ms Anna?" he asks moving his head forward.
"Yes," I reply, adjusting my glasses.
"Let me see." he asks, reaching for my book on the table and flips it open to read. He arches a brows as he reads. "You'rereally diligentas Mr. Andrews told." he blurts out, leaning closer to me with a slight grin tugging at his lips. I can't help but wonder if he's intentionally showering me with praise, seemingly without reason. Curiosity piqued, I cautiously glance around the room, only to find others eagerly observing our interaction, hoping for their own work to be acknowledged. However he dismisses them, instructing them to leave. 
I avert my gaze to Dylan as he walks out his eyes fixed on me. I wave at him and he waves back before taking a glanve at Mr. Han whose eyes are still fixed on me. Ince the room is enpty, I pick ny things and stand. Befor I could take a step, Mr. Han calls out.
"Ms. Anna,"
"Yes sir," I reply politely.
"A new hotel project is completed and will be opened tomorrow, therefore it should be checked." he stands. “So we have to go now to examine."
"Now?" I exclaim.
"Yes, I didn't tell you earlier because you didn't even appear in front of me ,you just left in a flash after the paperworks," he complains  with his hands crossed. 
"I'll be down in five minutes. " with that said I rush out to get my bag avoiding to extend the conversation. Mr. Han's car was on service so wmhe had hailed a taxi in advance, for the long ride he was busy with his phone and I'm relieved to know that he had something to deal online. I atick my head to the shutter, my gaze following the view outside, my brain still objecting my feelings on that night. Very well, I know I felt good when he kissed, I didn't have thevurge to pull back but I keep resisting by honesty. Was he a that of a good kisser?
Mr. Han walks around examing every detail of the building and interior.
I examine my surrounding, I understand why he is in the top of all business man, it's perfection everywhere. Whatever he does has not failed amd the ongoin project partnered with Dyaln will definitely be a success as well. 
After almmost two hoirs we take pur leave. My gaze is fixed to my shoes as I walk leavi g a wode gap between him. My lips part feeling his grip on my arm, abruptly Mr. Han pulls me towards him, causing me to collide with his body. I look up at him with knktted brows. His head turned to the right, damn, why is he so good looking? What's wrong with me? 
"Watch out girl." He blurts and shifts his gaze down to me and that's when my eyes blink.
Taking a step back I look behind, a kid kid riding a cycle. "Thanks," i adjust my glasses as I turn around.
Mr. Han is standing by a cotton candy trolly close by, how come i mever noticed it. I jump forward closer to the cart and he turns. 
"You seem zoned out." He says and bends meeting my height. "Here," he extends his arm, the colourful sweet in my view. "Do you think I'll buy it for myself," He shrugs. "And I thought you would like it."
He stares at me waiting for my reply, and my gaze remains on him. Something is happening to me! I'm sick! I still cannot calm my pounding heart which raced when he pulled me to him and now, to look at him, I know he is annoying but I don't why whenever he looks at me with those eyes I cannot help nyself but think, that gaze has something in it. It makes me feel like, it's affectionate. Maybe I'm overthinking but everytime I face him, I feel it.
I nod am taking the candy and he stands straight. We walk ahead, standing next to each other with a little distance. I study the shape of the candy, a cute yellow ducklinh before I take a bite, savoring the sweetness as the sugar melts in my mouth.
"Thanks." I say as I take a nlther bite.
Cotton candy is my favourite, however I stopped eating it for years as of having a sweet tooth. I have always craved for one when I go home from school. There was a man who always waits down the lane at the right time when the school overs, many children rushes to him to buy and I close my eyes and pass like I didn't see it. Jackie gets me one always, he then later made it by skipping a day afraid of causing me cavities. It was a huge one and Jackie and I will finish it together. Rarely, my father give me pocket money and when he does, I treat Jackie.
Mr. Han halts and I standstill as well. I gaze up at him as he step in front of me, his presence commanding my attention. He gracefully plucks the stuck of the floss and takes a bite on the exact spot where i have, ny saliva wet on it. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise when extends the partially consumed treat back to me, a silent gesture that leaves me momentarily speechless.
"Don't wanna share?" He asks, his eyes gleaming in amusement.
"This is an indirect kiss." I mutter to myself but as I notice his lips twitching to smirk, I realize my words have not gone unheard.
I mentally slap myself for my foolishness, feeling a surge of embarrassment. Why did I tell it out loud!!!
"It seems likd Ms. Anna reads and watches too much of dramas." he bends meeting ny height and whenevr he does that, my heart pounds of having a closer look at him. "Anyways it doesn't matter as we have already kissed directly." he whispers softly standing straighy, a hot blush rise above my neck and my heart races again, I don't know whether it's bevan of embarrassment or nervousness.
"Are you planning to remain rooted there, Ms. Anna?" he says aloud, jolting me out of my reverie. I blink, attempting to comprehend his  words.
"Jerk," I curse him under my breath as I trail behind, angrily biting into the cotton candy.
We stand by the roadside waiting for a taxi. I wait therr with him, again pretending like nothing happened. I womder howbhe could be all casual after whatvhe spoke.
My phone rings and pick it up, stepping a little away from Mr.Han I feel him taking a glance at me.
"Where are you?" Dylan asks as soon as I answer.
"On the way to home." I say, trying to to keep attention to the call a d eyes fixed to the road as I feel Mr. Han's eyes on me.
"Lets have dinner together," 
"Where?"
"Same spot at seven, alright?"
"Okay see you there." I hand up.
"Ms. Anna," Mr. Han calls out and I look up at him. "Shall we have dinner?" he politely requests.
"Sorry, I've got plans." I snap looking away.
"It's almost time, it's my treat for coming along." he insists.
"It's my job Mr Han." I say.
"Do you think that I will kiss you again as last time," i hear him close, I'm pretty sure he has bent and if I turn, it will be too close to make my heart jump out. "I swear I won't do it again." He stands upright hiding his hands into his pockets.
"What made you think that I'm not doing so becauseof the kiss." I scoff gazing up at him.
"Because you've been avoiding me since then."
"What else do you want me to do Mr. Han. You want me to come back to you the next day and say, hey yah, that was a nice kiss!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way and the kiss, I was being impulsive."
"Impulsive?" I sneer crossing my arms. "Mr. Han, you just kissed me out of nowhere, and you're being like as if you paid me to accept it."
"I'm sorry, I apologise for my behaivior Ms. Anna." His voice does sound sincere. "And I just,  when I kissed you, I couldn't process anything at that moment. It was like—like... You could have knocked me to my sense at that moment,  pulled back or pushed me."
"I.." I let out a loud sigh and walk to the opposite direction.
Should I twll him I didn't want to pull back? Huh!
"Where are you going?" Mr. Han asks jumping forward next to me.
"Didn't you say you wanted to eat. I'm gonna make a big bill." I warn aloud and of course, his aplogy is accepted.
We sit opposite to each other, the wooden square shaped table between us. Mr Han moves the flower vase which was placed in the centre of the table sliding it away and looks at me.
"Are you mad at me?" he asks leaning forward from his seat.
"No I'm not," I snap looking away.
"Do you know something Ms Anna," he arches brow amusing when I look at him with furrowed brows.
"What?" 
"You look adorable when you are mad." he leans back to his seat while I look at him, my jaw dropped on the ground.
Why is he being such a flirt?
"Having dinner with you is going to be my worst dinner ever." I spat pulling the plate towards me , before taking the fork I drop a message Dylan as I'm unable to show up tonight, and once he has read message I begin to eat. 
I try to swiftly complete my meal, eager to return home and enjoy a restful sleep. Being with him makes the time go slow, elongating each passing moment. After chewing last morsel on my plate, I shuft my gsze to him who has already finished his meal. 
"Thank you for the meal." I pass a tight smile wearing my bag.
"Do you like Dylan?" he questions his voice cold and his expression shows that he is not joking for sure.
"What?" I exclaim staring at him. He looks at me trying waiting for an answer
What does it have to do with him?
"None of your business," I bark in a low voice as I stand.
He arches a brows perfectly, "Then does Dylan like you?" He asks.
I'm I akof to not know it's same meaning of the question.
"Mr. Han, I told it's none of your business." I say in gritted teeth, he moves forward and damn, he stares at me for a moment in silence. "Mr. Han," I say resting my hands on the table leaning a little forward, my heart begain pound but I ignore it. "Do not interfere in my personal life and—" I stand upright. "Stop looking at me that way." I scowl poi ting at him.
His brows meet and he licks his lips, taking a moment of silence to understand ny statement. He shrugs and leans back. "Which way?" He asks with raised brows.
"Stop staring at me like... like you like me." I speak my mind out. They way he looks at me, makes me feel it that way, that deep eyes holding something. 
"I'm glad you figured it out, Ms. Anna." 
"What do you mean?"  I snap stepping aside from the table. "Stop joking around, it isn't fun." I growl and walk away.
Getting a taxi I get in quickly and he does in a swift moment too.  I position myself at the rear of the cab, deliberately avoiding any eye contact with him. A heavy silence envelops us. I can sense his occasional glances in my direction and I ignore it. Leaning my head against the cool windowpane, I stay there in the boring drive till darkness engulfs me.
He has no right to interfere into my personal life, why is he being such a jerk but his words,  even though it rolled down his tongue casually, like he didn't mean it but some part of me is pondering about it. Why?
Han
I move my hand below her r8ght cheek and I slolwy shift her head away from the door. After paying the driver I walk to the other side and open the door. I wear handbag and zi gently lift her from the seat, carrying her brudal style. She might be in deep sleep to not realise it and to my surprise,  she is snoring. I push the door close with my foot and I stride in, cradling her in my arms.
Stepping in the elevator I stand beside the lady who lives in the floor below us. She looks at me and passes a smile.
"She's asleep?” she asks peeping a glance at us.
"Yes,” I reply dryly.
"Ohhh,” She looks up at me and then at Anna, in my arms. "She is your..,"
"Girlfriend,” I complete her sentence. She gazes at me with big eyes and a gigantic grin. 
"That's great, you both look perfect together." She claps in excitement.
What is she happy about?
"Is it?" I ask, my lips twitching to a grin.
"Yeah," she taps on my shoulder. "You both will look cute together." She chirps.
A soft chuckle escapes my lips as I gaze down at Anna. Perfect and cute? We are indeed a perfect match!
"Yes my son," she says.
"Your rental will be reduced from now onwards," I say and her smile grows wider.
"Really,” she asks stepping forward as she'd reached her destination.
""Yes Mrs.Redson." I reassure.
"You're too generous my son,” she grins, picking the shopping bags which she placed on the floor. She walks out when the door a parted. "Take good care of her." she passes me a smile cheekily.
I nod confidently.
I didn't know she is a sweet woman, her words keep ringing in my mind, perfect and cute. A stupid smile remains on my face as a kid who got his favourite toy.
Exiting the elevator, I proceed towards my house and effortlessly unlock the door using the convenience of a fingerprint scanner. Although I have the ability to escort her to her own residence, I refrain from doing so out of respect for her privacy. It would be inappropriate and disrespectful to enter her abode without her consent, and I am certain that such an action would only provoke her anger.
I know I kissed her without her consent but that wasn't in my control, my emotions played the game.
I stroll into my bedroom, bending low I lay her on the bed. Seems like she is in deep sleep because she doesn't even budge for any of my movements. I pull the duvet over her and remove her glasses cautiously. As I stand straight I take a complete look at her, her legs already spread and one her arm thrown to the other side, she still sleeps like a pig. Her soft snores filling up my room. I bend and smile makes its way on my lips, my heart pounding against my chest and just watching her makes my heart flutter. I fell for her once, when I was sixteen and now, I'm falling for again and again.
Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I switch on the recorder and I move it close to her face to save her snores. My brows meet as I notice her rubbing her palm against her forehead. She must be having an headache. I toss the phone on the nearby cupboard and tentatively,  I place my palm on her forehead, and her temperature seems to be a little high. She is beginning to feel unwell.