Downstairs, Mr. Han patiently waits for me in his car. I realize that I am running late, as it is nearly 3 o'clock. I completely forgot about what he had mentioned to me yesterday, causing me to have a restless night. Thoughts of his presence, his eyes, his touch, and his scent lingered in my mind, making it difficult for me to sleep. Eventually, I managed to doze off around four in the morning, only to be awakened by my usual alarm. It was then that I remembered that there was no need to go to the office today, as we were heading directly to the hotel, as Mr. Han had messaged me earlier. I quickly put on a black pinafore that falls below my knees and a long-sleeved off-white shirt. Rushing down to the parking lot, I hop into the car.
"Sorry for the delay," I apologize fastening my seatbelt. 
I sit in silence throughout the entire car ride, engrossed in texting Dylan. I'm relieved that Mr. Han remains quiet as well. The weather is gloomy, and the darkening sky catches my attention the very next moment heavy raindrops splatter against the car's windshield. It's raining.
I tuck my phone away in my bag and lean back in my seat, clutching my stomach. The silent drive feels monotonous, and the empty roads offer nothing of interest. My lower stomach begins to ache, and I mentally slap myself for not realizing the date. My menstrual cycle is approaching. I close my eyes and silently pray that we reach the hotel quickly. The long drive is becoming unbearable, and I just want to return home as soon as possible.
I slowly open my eyelids, realizing that the car has stopped. I lift my head and feel something beneath my chin. My eyes widen as I look down to see that Mr. Han's hand below my chin, my head hanging forward. Was he holding while I was asleep? I stare at the front windshield for a few seconds, the sound of raining echoing in the car and I blink before shifting my gaze to the left. Startled, I quickly move away, and he withdraws his arm, placing his palm on his thigh.
Damn....I was drooling while sleeping.
Feeling embarrassed, I pull out a tissue aggressively from the tissue box on the dashboard. With my left hand holding the tissue, I bring it closer to his palm and swiftly wipe it, while he looks down at his hand and I focus my attention back to the front wiping my mouth.
"Sorry," I whisper as I pull out another pair of tissues to wipe his hand.
"I don't mind it," he blurts taking the tissue from my grip.
"What happened?" I ask staring at windshield.
"Breakdown, I called Harry and he is on his way." he answers checking his phone.
I clutch my stomach biting my lower lip, urgh, I hate the cramps.
"Let's find a nearby hotel," he suggests, unfastening his seatbelt. He takes off his black jacket and steps out of the car, quickly making his way to the other side to open my door. I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out. He pulls me close to his chest before closing the door with his other hand and holds the jacket abover our heads to shield us from the rain. My heart races as we walk together towards the hotel, thankfully located within a short distance.
As we enter the hotel, he hands me his jacket and proceeds to the registration desk.
"Come," he calls out softly and I follow him behind.
"There is only one place left." he informs twirling the the key around his finger. I stop in my tracks and he does it too.
"Is something wrong Ms Anna?" he bends low, his hot breath brushing against my wet cold skin.
"No!" I snap.
He nods and stand upright. I walk behind him staring at his tall figure as he unlocks the door and hops in the room. My stomach feels strange despite the ache. As soon as we entered he bgins to unbutton his wet shirt and before he removes the last one, I spin around.
"You freshen up first," he says and I scurry to the washroom. 
"Ms Anna how long are you taking, do you want me to fall sick?" Mr. Han knocks at washroom door again. I stand in front of the mirror staring at my image, my mind debationg on whether to ask him for it or not. Always, I pack my bag with a pad but today, I forgot. I've got poor memory since the time Mr. Han beganto plau tricka on me, it's all because of his closeness.
"Ms Anna, Are you okay?" He knocks again and this time his voice was low, I could sense his sincerity by his tone. 
I draw a deep breath in and I sigh. I do the same techniqulike theice and fibally make my way to the door. I open the door a little ajar, my eyes directly falling to his body. In a flash I shut the door and lean on it.
"Mr Han," I call out.
"Yes,” I hear him taking a step closer to the shut door.
"I—umm—I— May you—" I stutter.  
"May I what?" He asks.
"May you—umm—buy me—uh—uh,"
"Sanitary pads?" He interrupts. 
My eyes widen at his guess. How does he know it? 
"Is thay something to be shy about to ask, Ms. Anna?" He states. "Stay in, I'll be back." I hear the main door shut the next moment.
I pace back and forth in the washroom as it's been a long time since he left. I wonder where he is, as the car isn't working, it's pouring oitside and as we walked to the hotel, I didn't spot any super markets near by. My steps echoing off the tiled walls aling with a faded patter of rain. My movements come to an abrupt halt as the sound of the door swinging open reaches my ears. I rush towards the door.
"Here," his voice comes from the other side and the movements of the plastic bag. "Do you need extra clothes?"
"No, I'm fine."
I gently pull the door open and extend my arm through tiny gap, Mr. Han lifts thw bag closer and I grab it before closing the door. Placing the huge bag on the sink, I open it to find more than three packets of it in different brands. 
I exit the washroom, clad in a bathrobe, as my clothes should be handed over to the staff for to be dried soon. Strolling further I searcch fir Mr. Han, he isn't around. I drop the bag on the coffee table and throw myself into the couch, a weary sigh leaves my lips as I rest my shoulders against the soft cushion, my eyelids shutting down. A faint smile graces my lips as the image of Mr. Han flashes in my mind.
"Sorry, I didn't know which brand you prefer so I bought each brand available." 
My eyes shoot open and I sit uprighy at his voice. He lrobably would have gone out as I hear him at the doorway. I turn to look at him, he walks towards me, the wet shirt sticked on his body. Damn, this lerson is freaking handsome. He stops beside the couch and extends his arm. From his face, my gaze travels down to his hand to notice the glass.
"It’s brown sugar ginger tea." he says.
"Thanks,” I smile as I retrieve the glass and take a sip.
"You can use this." he holds something else forward amd I gaze at his hands again. It's a hot bag. " And that chocolate is for you," he says, pointing on the table, and my vision follows his finger to find the chocolate bar on the table.
"Thanks," I whisper, looking up at him, my cheeks heated up, and my heart melted.
He walks past me, his long fingers .eddling on his shirt button to unbutton them. My body stiffens a d I blink, feeling his breath at the back of my neck.
“Am I making your heart flutter, Ms. Anna." he  blurts in a low husky voice.
He stands upright and says, "Harry told me that ot would tale some time tonreach hrre as of the rain, if he is late you can sleep on the bed and I'll use the couch." 
Taking a sip of tea, I turn, looking at him, walking into the washroom. A spontaneous smile makes its way onto my lips as I avert my gaze to the chocolate. This is pure bliss. Quickly unwrapping the sweet, I eat it before finishing the tea.  I toss the wrapper on the table and sut my hands as I stand hearing the knock at the door. 
As I stand in front of the door, I firmly grasp the doorknob, and before I could open, my heart skips a beat at his touch. His hand around my knuckles. I look up.
"It's the food." He says, moving his hand away.
"Alright." I utter gazing back at the door to open it. My body stiffens at his touch again, his arm snakes around my waits, and he carries me a lottle behind, away from the door. Am I so light? I'm sure I'm not lighte weighted. I weigh a little more than fifty. 
"Are you gonna show up with that outfit?" He points at me bidy and gazes down at the bathrobe.
"Even you are in it!" I snarl, crossing my arms and leaning back into the wall.
"That stranger is not gonna gawk at me even if I'm naked." He opems the door and closes the next minute, the bags in his hand.
I walk back in and sit on the carpeted floor by the couch, coffee table. He sits on the floor as well, opposite to me crossing his long legs and unpacks the food, placing everything in front of me.
"That's a lot." I scowl scanning on every delicious food. It was definitely for formalities wnere as I'm glad to have these in my sight and can't wait to dig in. I've been craving spicy food, and all the food set on the table ticks everything on ny checklist, my eyes literally glisten in glee, catching the sight of fries and the low sugar frozen yogurt.
His act is like he knows what I need. Every single thing he offered is a necessity when I'm on period. Can a wild giess be so accurate?
"Thought you would crave something." He says, pushing the ready to eat cup noodles in my direction. 
We have our appetie in peace, silence. Once we finished our meal, Mr. Han took charge and promptly disposed of all the leftovers. He insisted on handling everything himself, not allowing me to lift a finger. Additionally, he kindly brought a bowl of water for me to wash my hands.
"Ms Anna," he calls as he sits.
"Huh,"
He leans forward, his left arm casually resting on the table while he extends his right arm towards me. With a gentle touch, he caresses the side of my lips using his thumb. "Sauce," he says, smiling as he looks at me.
"Ohhh, thank you," I respond, leaning back slightly, tracing my finger on the spot where he touched. He then leans back, resting his palm on the floor as he reclines.
"Shall we play a game till our clothes are delivered?" he asks, pulling something out from under the table.
"What game?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows curiously.
"Cards,"
"Do you have them?"
"Tadaa!" he places the pack of cards on the table and stares at him, ny lips twitched in a grin. Damn, how can he be so adorable!
"Do you know to play?" he asks, pulling out the cars and beginning to shuffle it. His fingers gracefully make swift moments. 
"Nope," i answer, popping the letter p.
He puts the card back on the table and explains to me the game, but I must admit that I didn't understand anything he told as I was busy observing him rather than listening. The only aspect I managed to comprehend is that the loser will have to choose between truth or dare.
"Got it.?" He asks as he flicks his fingers in front of his eyes.
"Oh, yeah," I nod, and he divides the card among us. "Let me try." I pick the cards and move to my view.
As we played, my brain processed on the game, and I understood mid way. Before I finally made my mind to nake the next move, Mr. Han claps.
"You lose," he cheers like a kid.
"Truth or dare?" he asks, an evil smirk playing on his lips.
"Truth," I snap.
I'm not brave enough to choose dare because this person can make me do anything.
He leans forward, his eyes looking into mine, "Who is handsome Dylan or me?"
I gaze at him, anticipation written all over his face as I adjust my glasses. "Ah, I finally understand the game," I exclaim, my eyes shifting towards the cards spread out on the table.
"No excuses, give me an answer!" he declares, dramatically pointing his finger forward.
"Alright," I mutter, meeting his gaze. "I would say that both of you are..."
"Choose one," he interrupts.
"You," I reply with a gentle smile. His grin widens, revealing all of his teeth. "But Dylan is the best." I add, causing his smile to swiftly fade away.
"What's so special about him?" he mumbles under breath, collecting the cards, and  shuffles it.
We play another round.
"I win!" I smirk at him, and he hisses like in pain.
"Truth,” he says.
I move forward, "Are you treating me differently?" I ask, leaning forward. Curiosity defined piqued since the moment he smiled at me, and I want to clarify myself from the rumours of Mr. Han, or is he as he is, and I'm hallucinating his sweetness.
"It's not that I treat you differently. It's just that—" he moves forward. Those eyes hold something always, and no matter how many times I look into it, that texture remains.
"You're special." He completes his sentence and moves, setting the cards.
"Special? What do you mean?" I scowl moving behind.
"The question is answered." He shrugs. "Let's play again!" 
We play another round, and this time, I'm unable to focus. My mind never stops repeating his words. Special? What does he really like? Maybe, he does flirt everyone as I thought, maybe he doesn't amile at everyone or maybe he doesn't move close to anyone, kiss anyone, hug anyone, cook for anyone—Maybe it's only for me... Is that what he meant?
"I win!" Mr. Han hots the table enthusiastically, bringing me back to reality.
"Truth!" I groan, starting at the scattered cards.
"What do you think of me?" His question totally gets attentin, I gaze at him. "I mean, how do I make you feel? What do you feel when I'm with you? I mean—O don't know how to pit this—" he stutters and just stares at him, trying to understand him. "I know I'm annoying sometimes, and I make you mad, but sometimes annoying someone is also a way of showing affection." He takes a moment of silemce studying me, I do the same. "Ms. Anna," he calls out, leaning forward, closer. "How do I make you feel?" He asks.
I stare at him for a while. He isn't joking for aure, but the questions how am I supposed to answer those. 
I move back, "That's more than one question." I scowl shoving my hand in the air.
He remains silent, his eyes fixed on me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he moves back, too. 
"It's definitely nore than one." He nods. "Ms. Anna, how do I make you feel?" He asks.
How can he actually let that question put so casually?
"What do you mean?" I question, like I didn't get him or hear him right. Even a dumbhead knows what that means!
"I mean, do I—" he exhales and tilts his head, frustrated.
The person outside knocks at the door again, and Mr. Han's phone rings. It's Harry. He has arrived at the right time.