Getting a paid day off is a rare and delightful occurrence. Yesterday, after Harry arrived, I returned home while Mr. Han headed to the hotel to inspect. Harry drove me back, and today, my boss granted me a day off. Although I feel a twinge of guilt for taking two consecutive days off, I must admit that Mr. Han is undoubtedly the most considerate boss I've ever known.
Every colleague told me that he rarely allows his employees to take time off unless it is absolutely necessary. Even sick leave is typically unpaid. Yet, I was fortunate enough to receive two days of paid leave. Not fortunate, I am—special. Ahhhhhh, I can’t remove these words from my head. 
Perhaps the rumours about him may be incorrect. He m9ght be cold on the outside and warm and caring inside. It definitely won't because I'm special, god, I have nothing to be special!
My mind always ponders about Mr. Han. I've gone completely crazy and I'm sure that my brain needs to be checked, I just couldn't resist myself from thinking about him and he is surely making me fall for him—yes, I think I'm falling for him, the way body reacts when he is close, he makes nervous unlike others. My heart doesn't skio a beat at Dylan touch but for Mr. Han, it did. It reaking did. His eyes,  i melt whenevr I looked into it. Despite all these, I'm still puzzled.  Why the hell on earth would he show interest in me where as we've not known each other for a long time.
My phone rings, and the ringtone bri gs me back to my senses. I move firear frpm couch as I toss the half empty chips packet away, which I've forgotten. How can I be engrossed in thinking sb9yt him? Is he a stupid tall jerk? Anna, come to your srnsrs, you idiot... 
"What's up?" I ask as soon as I lift the phone to my ear.
"Let's meet!" Dylan says.
"Why do you sound like it's been ages since we last met?" I playfully respond, taking a bite of a chip. I can't help but smile because he sounds peculiar.
"Meet me by the lake at 4," he informs me before hanging up.
What's gotten into him? 
I check the time and dust my hands. It's quarter pass three now. So, I began to get ready. 
I randomly select a navy blue mini frock with a high collar and begin to prepare myself. After applying a touch of pink lipstick, I step back to assess my appearance. I gather my hair into a messy bun and put on my glasses.
Carrying a white canteen bag, I slip on my white heels and head outside. As I stand at the bus stop, I fiddle with the handle of my bag. Dylan's voice sounded noticeably different, and I find myself curious about the reason behind it. However, my thoughts are consumed by none other than Mr. Han and I struggle to focus. My cheeks flush, and my heart races uncontrollably as his thoughts occupy my mind.
For the whole, i couldn't help myself from staring out, my mind recalling every encounter with Mr. Han. I get off the bus a d walk ahead, the corners of my lips lift to a spontaneous smile, noticing Dylan, standing on the bridge, leaning over the railings. Seems like he is enjoying the view, deep in thought. I stroll towards him, and he turns at the click of my heels. My feet roots on the spot when he turned, and my vision fell to his hand, a boquet of red roses. 
He approaches me with a charming smile. "You're here," he says softly.
Standing before me, he locks his gaze with mine. Something about him seems different today. He takes a step closer, causing me to remain rooted in place, my eyes fixed on him as I make my mind stable.
"You look beautiful as always," he compliments, his smile widening. With a gentle gesture, he lifts his right hand and tucks a strand of my hair behind my right ear.
Alright, something definitely weony with him? Did he knock his somewhere, or did his soul get eaten by an alien!
"Dy..."
"Anna," he interrupts, his voice low and soft.
"Yeahh," I cheer up, hitting on his arm, easing the awkwardness in me. I jump taking a steo backwards.
He takes a step towards me, holding the bouquet of vibrant red roses forward,  in my view. My attention is drawn to the beautiful flowers, but I quickly shift my gaze back to him.
"Anna," he says with a clear, unwavering voice, his smile still present. "Will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes convey a seriousness. His proposal is definitely not a prank. I find myself staring at him, struggling to process his words. I blink my eyes, realising theyvhave been open for a while.
Everything went still, I feel my heart beat rise in nervousness, I'm rooted on my feet there, looking at him not knowing how to respond to the current situation.
I don't know what it makes me feel, but even at this situation, a thought of Mr. Han flashes in my mind, thinking if it was him, I would surely get all those butterflies and burning skin. I should not be doing this, I couldn't get those happy feelings of us dating, maybe I took him as my friend at all times, he had always rouched ny heart amd showed up when I was miserable. But why hasn't my heart ever skipped a beat for him.
I try to form words in my mind, but my throat went dry , I can't say no to the person who has always been by my side and supported me at all means.
"Stop joking," I scowl, moving nyvhead bwhind, scooting low a bit, with an uneven smile and knitted brows. I jump forward like this while scene was just an act or a prank, taking the flowers I gaze at him, with an ear to ear grin. 
I want him to say something.  Something like yeah I should stop joking, or did you fall for the prank? But he had never and will never take a move like this for mere fun, he has always been sincere. Dylan, I'm sorry...
"I'm not Anna," he whispers almost to himself but it fell into my ears as the sound of the vehicles and birds didn't get through my ears, I stare at him astonishingly and the wide smile vanishes by its own. He takes a step forward another step closing the distance between us disappearing. He looks at me deeply and I stay still frozen.
He extaneds his arms and cups my face , bringing his face nearer to mine. "I love you," he whispers moving his lips closer to mine. My grip on the bouquet loosen when his upper lip touches my lower one.
What should I do? Should I pull back? Push him behind gently? No— how can I push Dylan, my best friend? However, this feeling that birning inside me is nothing but guilt, I've fallen for Mr. Han, I don't know why but I just cannot put Dylan in that place.
My eyes widen feeling the karge hand around my arm. In a swift moment, I was turned around and my lips crashes with another which made the bouquet in my hand to slip to the floor. All thought, every was sidden and ny mind is unable to reguster the movements, however I feel this kiss is completely familiar, Mr. Han. My eyes which shut without ny realisations shoots open on its own, my brain accessing everything now. I slode ny hands up to his shoulders and I oush him behind,  thank god he was bent for me to reach it. He steps back and quickly apin around to find Dylan, astonished.
Fuck, this should not be happening!!!
"Wait for me." I whisper and turn, grasping Mr. Han's arm, I pull him away with me.
"What are you doing here?" I bark as we reach the end of the bridge.
"He was about to kiss you!" He 
"He was about to kiss," his voice comea out  stern and little louder.
"Then, what did you do?" I sneer taking a step ahead, glaring up at him.
"That's different," he shrugs his shoulder like it's not a big deal.
Is he out of his mind? How come if Dylan kisses me, it is a crime, and if he does it isn't.
"Mr Han, all these are my personal affairs, and I don't like my boss interfering in it."
"So?" he raises a brow amusingly. "Do you allow anyone to kiss you?"
"I mean, I didn't like whatever you did as well."
"Is it, Ms Anna? Are you speaking the truth?"
No, no I did like what ever you did, but what you did now, is what I hate.
"Mr Han," I call out and he remains mute.
"Mr Han, why are —" I stutter when he keeps a step forward, his eyes throwing daggers at me.
Damn,his eyes are kinda different from how it ised to be. It's in rage, Icannot sense the anger all I feel in those orbs is disappointment. His jaw is clenched, and he stares down at me like I wronged him. I mever played the authoratuve irritating character, it was him from the beginning and till the end.
"Stop calling me that!" he utters his voice low this time.
"Huh?" I furrow brows stepping back as he takes a another step closer and my body stiffens feeling the cold iron railings of the bridge at my back. "Mr. Han..."
"Stop fucking calling me that!" He griams tilting his head. "Anna," his voice turns soft in a flash and my name, he just called me Anna. There isn't a big difference between Anna and Ms. Anna but hearing my name roll down his tongue, informally, sounded foreign. 
"Call me Ja—" his phone rings. "Shit," he grunts under his breath and steps back. He walks away answering the call.
I watch walk away and once he was out of my sight, I trott the other way to Dylan. He waits by his motorbike and I run towards him. My lips spread to a smile catching the boquet on his bike. I stop by the bike and grab the boquet.
"Thank you for the flowers," i giggle inhaling its scent.
"Het," he calls out, taking my attention. "I—" he rubs the back of his neck, that's what he does when he is neevous. "I don't know what got in to me yesterday that I decided to let you know that—um— I like you, I was afraid to propose earlier because it would make us feel awkward and I know you mever thought if me that way, buy I jus—" he takes a moment of silence and continues, "I thought Mr. Han is interested in you so I got this voice in my head warning me to take a step. I wouldn't have done if I've known you'll were together." He lets out an awkward chuckle. "I'm such a fool." 
"Dylan..."
"I'm sorry for making you awkward and I'm osrry if I've created any misunderstanding between you all."
"Dylan, I..."
"I shouldn't have done this, I'm sor..."
"Let me speak," I exclaim hitting his arm. It was hard as he hisses and rubs that spot. "You don't have to be sorry about it. I don't what I should say but let's just forget about what happened today, alright? It was not awkward, and I'm thankful that you entered my life. You will always be my best buddy." I lower the boquet and continue, "I know, we have this part in our heart which doesn't cooperate with our brain, the part which make you fall in love, it takes action on its own, and make decisions on its own. It's sometimes not in our control, it doesn't give us reason for its actions, the action that makes us look at someone different from the rest,
and my that part has skipped for Mr. Han." 
He nods. "Alright," he claps, "So, someone gotta give a treat for falling in love." He grins, passing me the spare helmet.
"I definitely will." I say.
Of course, Mr. Han and I'm not in a relationship, but I agree I have this thing for him.