"Come on, leave quickly," I mutter, peering through the peephole of the door. I decided to wait until Mr. Han departs first, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters after what happened last night. However, he hasn't walked out of his house yet.
My phone rings, I stand upright as I pmtake the phone from my bag. I swipe my finger across the cracked screen to answer the call.
"I arrived princess." Dylan's sweet voice lifts the cornwrs of my lips.
"Coming. On ny way down.” i hung up and I shake my shoulder in circular motion, like exercisi g to ease my unrealised tensed muscles. Clenching my whote pencil skirt, I look down at myself, my eyes land on the pair of navy blue sandals as I inhale a deep breath in. I neat fold the frilled ruffles of the cyon jabot blouse, I blow out the breath I've been holding in. Tightening my ponytail I adjust ny glasses gripping onto the door knob.
God, please don't make me to face him now. I know I have to see him in office, however I don't want to start my day with him. 
I twist the knob and push the door open wide, and to my ultimate surprise, the front door opens the very moment. 
I just hate this crappy coincidence!!!
I couldn't help my movements,  my lips part on its own and I stare at him, with big eyes. The left corner ofbhis lips wuircks up to asmirk and I shake my head looking away. I avoid his intense gaze l and proceed to walk in front of the elevator.
Why is my heart thumping in awkwardness?
My eyes never moves from the wall in fromt of me, I stay motionless as I hear the tread of his shoes. He stands beside and my orbs slowly moves tobleft corner of my eyes to see him unfolding the end of his sleeves.
"Good morning." He says.
Before he checks the time on his luxurious branded watch I avert my gaze ahead to the wall again. He is a charcoal grey suit blazor and inner white shirt, I caught a glimpe of his black tie, as, if I need to take a conplete look, I should defined lift my head. 
"Morning." I reply bluntly. 
"I'll drive you to the office."  he asks when the doors of the elevator welcomed us.
We walked in and the surrounding captures silence. 
"Okay?" He asks looking down at me, but I mever take a glance at his face.
"My friend is waiting for me." I answer meddling with the handle of my side bag.
"I have to tell you something on the way."
"You can tell me in the office or now!"
"But, I will be busy later."
I hear him sigh. "I remember Mr Andrews saying me that you don't disappoint others in terms of work, he would be sad if he hears this.." he remarks.
I snap up at him with furrowwd brows. This person, Mr.Han, ny boos and mumy neighbour is really getting onto my nerves now. He leans  to a side and inserts his hands into his pockets gazing down at me, witha slight jerky smile.
Stupid jerk.
"What if I say it's an order from your boss, I have to talk to you about the presentation on the way."
He is just weird.
As the elevator opens I pass him deathly glare and he looks away immediately standing upright.
"I'll be back." I say with griited teeth and walk out.
I wave at dylan as I walk rowards the road, stopping by his bike, I wait till he takes off his helmet and once he does I tell him, that I'm unable to go with him because I had some work to deal with Mr. Han on the way.
"I'm sorry." I apologise,  feeling bad as he ha had cane all the eat kong here to pick me.
"That's okay,” he ensures with signature charming smile.
I pout staring at him and he pats on mu head playfully. "That's fine bae. See you later,"
"Bye bye," I wave standing there waiting until his bike is out of my sight. 
Inhaling deeply, I approach to the sleek black car where Mr. Han patiently awaits my arrival.
"Sit in the front, there are goods on the seat." he orders when I was about to open the door of the back seat.
I lean forward, attempting to peer through the tinted shutter, and my eyes catch sight of a collection of cardboard boxes with the help of the bright sunlight.
"I can manage, there isn't much anyway." I shrug.
Before I open the door, he moves away from his seat and pushes open the passenger door.  "The back seat unclean, I should get it dusted." He says.
idiot.... scolding him under my breath I opened the door.
I hop into the front passenger seat and I slam the door shut to convey my frustration to him. It's only my second day of work, and I'm already going crazy with this freak who has started to grate on ny nerves. Now, I understand,  why this jerk had a manu assistants. Maybe, they left because they found out he is mentally ill, or maybe he fkred them because they were normal unlike him.
"Idiot." I mumble under my breath. I don't care about the official formalities between us as all I want is for him to fire me. I don't care. I can find another job soon but working with him is impossible, working with a person who threw a book, alright, a half book. A person who fought for a book because he just wanted to see what was inside. I will mever in my dreams work with this person and the fact to know that he is my neighbour is driving me nuts. However, I have no plan to resign as I canmot afford to work for him for free. Maybe, I should start my life all fresh, a new house and job, but isn't my plan just unrealistic? How the hell on earth am I going to find another hoise with in my budget and find another job soon. On the side note,  i don't have much savings.
I fasten my seat belt and direct my gaze towards the windscreen. However, instead of focusing on the road ahead like a responsible driver should, his eyes remain fixed on me. I can sense his intense gaze, which carries an inexplicable magnetic pull making me feel uncomfortable.  
"Did you have breakfast?" He asks breaking the long lasting silence. 
"You told me that you wanted to talk about work." I state, my eyes glued to the road ahead.
"I'll tell you when we have bre...,"
"I had my breakfast." I interrupt and a hot blush rised on my cheeks and myvhand automatically wraps around my stomacb which betrayed me. It grumbled and it was surely audible.
Damn...I just hate when my body does this to me.
"Let's have breakfast." Mr. Han says casually. 
Is he tryna mame me feel les awkward? I expect him rp chucklenor smirk at my stupidity. 
"I .....um," I stammer and words struck up ny throat, my body froze when he moved a little closer to my side and opens the dahboatd on front of me. I nver budged nor did I look at him. He sits back and moves his hand forward. 
After the eternity view of the busy road, myvgaze averts ro his hand and my brows raise in surprise. I curl my bottom lip in, my hands clasped tight on my lap as I take a good look at the book in his hand. 
He clears his throat and i turn to my left, unexpectedly he wasn't looking at me. He rubbed his palm against his head back and forth, watching him dobthat make my hand eager to carress on his head, O haven't many any men with bizz cut, I mean anyways it was always onky myself and Dylan.
Gosh... what's wong with me?
"I just thought youveould need it." He says and lifts his hand a little high. 
"You bought it?" I ask gazing back at the book 
This feeling is the best.
With a big grin I take the book and I flip through the thivk pages. Plavong the book on my lap with satisfaction I look at him again. 
"I just..." he rubs his index finger over his tragus and faces me. "Let's have breakfast. " with that said he starts the car.
The car comes to a halt pulling me out of my engrossment in the book. I quickly treasure the book in my bag as I adjust my glasses and step out of the vehicle, my eyes widen in surpised.
This particular café is where I typically enjoy my morning tea and I buy breakfast here if I was unable to take it at home. However, due to my tardiness this morning caused by staying up late last night, I skipped breakfast at home. My late-night restlessness was becauseI couldn't digest the arrivam of my neighbour, and I found myself preoccupied in the morning, observing until Mr. Han departed.
"Come," he says and walkes ahead, I follow him inside.
We take our seats at a small circular table positioned in the corner of the room. The table is adorned with two chairs, placed directly across from one another. As we settle in, a waiter approaches our table. With a warm smile, she acknowledges me, recognizing me as a regular customer.
"What do you want sir?,” she asks.
"Two fruity pancakes, a cappuccino and milk tea." He orders.
I look at him in surprise he didn't even ask me what I want but he got that milk tea right, absolutely right.
"And the pancakes without blueberries." He adds and she leaves.
Without blueberries? Why? Does he know I hate blueberries berries? There is no way, we just met yesterday and there wasn't any situations to reveal my dislike to blueberries. He got that right, like he knows what I will order. How?
"Am I right with your order Ms Anna,” he asks as he rests his elbows on the table and places his chain on the back of his palm.
"Are you allergic to blue berries?" I ask.
"No,"
"You don't like it?"
"Maybe,"
"Then, why no blue berries?"
"Because you don't like them." He shrugs.
"How do you know it?"
"A guess " he says lifting a brow confidently. 
"Mr Han is good at guessing,” I scoff removing my bag.
"What if I say it's not a guess?" He leans back and arches a brow, qaitinf for my answer.
I make myself comfortable on the seat watching him with knitted brows. "What do you mean?" I ask.
"What if I say Ivjus know it?"
"How?"
"Like, I just know it, my girl."
My lips purse and my brows raise as I stare at him with big eyes. My girl, how could he call me with that name and just casually like he dld. The two eords never came out affectionately but, it gave me some kind of tinglings unlike how Dylan addresses me. He calls with all the possible nick names, princess, sweetheart, baby, sweetie, honey but neither ofbthe time when he called made an effect. However now, it gave me sudden click when the words rolled down his tongue.
"I understand why girls are after you, Mr Han is honey lipped," I scoff with a smirk.
"I'm honey lipped only for you,” he winks.
Seriously, he just winked at me. What's gotten into him and what the fuck on earth has happened to me. My stomach gave a weird kind of feeling and I feel my cheeks heat up.
"Such a flirt,” I mumble low but I'm sure he heard it because his eyes lit in amusement.
The waiter arrives at our table, carrying our order with care. She sets the plates down on the table.
"I didn't hear you talk about work,” I say as I take a bite of my pancake.
"We have a lunch with our gonna be business partners of the next project,” he informs, taking a sip of his cappuccino.
"This was what you wanted to tell me." I bark, frustrated, glaring at him, but he remained silent, enjoying his cappuccino.
He could have just told me this at anywhere and anytime. It can be said even in a text message... Is he out of his mind or what. How come he is a successful businessman.
Taking my mug of milk tea, I drink it all in one gulp, irritated.