With a forceful slam, I firmly shut the and I cross my arms, my face contorted with visible frustration.
"Where to?" I snap, staring at the windscreen in front of me.
"To—" 
My eyes widen as his breath delicately brushes against the side of my cheek, I promptly lean back into my seat.
He has leaned forward and gracefully moved away from his seat, bringing his face just a mere few inches from mine. He extends his left arm, reaching high to secure the seat belt. I remain motionless, afraid to make even the slightest movement, fearful that our lips may unintentionally meet. I carefully observe his side profile, captivated by the nuances of his expression and the striking definition of his jawline, which stirs an irresistible desire to caress it. I even catch sight of a small birthmark adorning his neck.
As his breath gently grazes my skin, my heart rate quickens, a sensation that reverberates throughout my entire being. He deftly fastens the seat belt, pulling it taut, before retreating to his own seat, leaving me with a racing heart and flushed complexion. I fix my gaze ahead, apprehensive to look at him.
His closeness is definitely strring sonething inside a d the hug earlier, it reminded of someone I miss the most, and I couldn't get ofvthat thought. Is there any chance of him, my boss, Mr. Han being my life saviour,  Jackie. He was as tall as him, but he was different. He was chubby and cuyemte, just like my dog. I should have at least carried a photo with me so whsnevr I look at it, I will be able to recall his face. He lives in my memory, but I can not figure out his exact features to know he would look after ten long years. Ten years is enough to make a big difference.
"Shopping,” he utters by buckling his seat belt.
"Shopping! Why? My expenses are already overwhelmed." I mutter in a subdued voice.
"Your boss is so sweet that he is gonna pay for you," he chuckles at his own sense of humour, but I just glare at him.
I lean back back, staring at an empty space. "Not sweet, my boss is sour as a rotten lime." 
"Whatever you say." he mumbles under his breath, but I heard it.
Living in a life of budget, I was surely surprised when the car came to a halt in front of the prestigious shopping mall in the city.
Getting out of the car, I followed Mr Han as he handed over the keys to the parking attendant.
We stroll in , my memory drive back to the time when Dylan took me shopping here for my birthday and I tried to pick the cheapest dress but there wasn't any and he warned me to not look at the prices.
As we ascend the escalator, we reach the first floor of the shopping mall. Mr. Han confidently strides ahead, and I dutifully follow in his wake. He leads into a spacious showroom, its glass windows tinted to create an air of exclusivity.
"Get her a dress for a date." he instructs the young girl who warmly greets us upon our arrival.
"Are there any specific details, sir?" she politely inquires.
Mr Han turns around, and he looks at me, the tall figure towering in front of  me. His eyes roam up and down my figure as if scrutinizing me and I stare up at him with taised brows. After a long moment examination, he bites his lower lip and rubs his plam against his head. 
"Something in white," he suggests, a smile forming on his lips.
"Yes, sir. Please follow me, madam," the young girl responds, leading me towards a room filled with an assortment of dresses, each arranged according to different preferences. She walks a long way inside, checking through the dresses hung.
"May you try this, ma'am?" Another girl enters the room, presenting me with a knee-length A-line frock. Meanwhile, the girl who initially accompanied me busily searches for an outfit.
Extending her arm, she offers the dress for me to take. Accepting it, I examine the garment, my lips curling into a smile. The dress is simple yet beautiful, exactly what I have been seeking.
I will never tell him no when he is ready to buy me a dress tonplay along with him, and I understand the whole idea of it. With my current attire, we definitely look like we are from work, and it seems like we are an office couple.
"Your boyfriend chose it." she says with a glint of joy.
"Boyfriend?" I repeat, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
Ohh...Mr Han
He just asked that girl to look for a dress but now he was the one who has chosen it...why is he too difficult to understand?
"No, no, he isn't my boyfriend," i shrug, and I walk to the changing room.
The frock landed right over my knees, the material is white in colour with huge and small black spots in some pattern, I inserted the broad black belt into it's loops around the waist and ended it with a bow on the right. Keeping a step behind, I looked at my reflection. The frock had a notch collar and few buttons making its way till the waist.
This dress reminds me of my past. I had a white frock similar to this, and I once wore it to Jackie's seventeenth birthday party, and he never stopped saying how pretty I look in white. It is funny to think about it now, I never got pocket money from my parents therefore I couldn't buy him any gifts so, I made him birthday cards with what was left home and I've also plucked flowers from the river side and made him a bouquet.  I did the same from his first birthday together when he was ten years old, and it continued till be was seventeen. Even though the gift wasn't worthy, he always said he loved my gift the most. However, I had different plans for his eighteenth birthday, I've been arranging for it prior to four months, as I slowly tried to make some money by myself when I was sixteen, I helped some people in my neighbourhood and they gave me some money in return ro happiness, I collected it and bought wool. I knitted him a scarf but before his birthday I had to leave.
I step out of the dressing room, and the two girls compliment me, saying that the dress looks beautiful on me. Just as I am about to leave the room, the girl who brought me the dress hands me a small blue velvet circular box.
"Your boyfriend told...."
"He is not my boyfriend," I quickly correct, trying to maintain politeness, but the constant assumption that he is my boyfriend is starting to get on my nerves.
"Mr Han told me to give it to you.” she smiles.
"Oh, thanks.” I open the box, and my eyes widen in awe.
"Those are diamonds. " i hear one of the girls squeel on the other one's ear. "I saw him buying it now from the mext store."
It is a stunning pair of earrings featuring a circular shape adorned with diamonds along the border and a charming bow at the top. The overall effect is nothing short of spectacular. However, it is worth noting that these earrings are of a high value and may be considered quite expensive.
What do the earrings have to do now? And dimond? Mr. Han nust be pit ofbhis mind or is he showing off his generosity. This ridiculous, a pair of valuable earrings just to act along with him tonight. I don't understand him, as for the dress I some get him but the earring is nonsense. On an add up note, my ear is empty now because I was late in the morning. My eyes woden in realisation,  yes, I look down at myself,  my top is barely ironed but as for material it doesn't seem to be ceushed much but, if being his girlfriend like this would defined effect his prestige I guess  
Closing the box I walk out ,Mr Han was sitting on the sofa using his phone , walking towards him I stop in front him , looking at my feet he gazes up and pushes the phone into his pant pocket.
"I don't want this," I say, moving the box forward.
"Why not?” he asks, looking at me.
"I just don't like when others spend on me," I blurt shaking the box by gesturing with my eyes saying him to take it but he didn't make any action, he just stood in front of me his eyes fixed on me.
gesturing with my eyes, subtly indicating to him to take the box I was holding. However, he remained motionless, so I toss the box on him. My feet automotive takes a step back as he stands with an unwavering gaze fixed on me as he picks the box and pushes it into his pant pocket.
"I'm not others, Ms. Anna." He says, his voice cold and the deep eyes killing me.
Okay, is he getting mad at me...like seriously I agreed to help him out with his date, but he is being angry just because I rejected a gift.
"I'm sorry, Mr Han I— I can't accept it."
"Ms Anna,” he takes a step forward, my instinctive response was to take a step back, creating a physical distance between us.  "You truly are something."he utters in a low voice. Ignoring my retreat, he continued to advance, taking yet another step forward, causing me to involuntarily step back once more. His eyes were foxed on mine, and I stare up at him with wide eyes and raised brows. My heart pounds with unease as he persistently closed the gap between us.
I stop when my back hit the moving track table of the handbags , placing my palms on table I lean backwards when he stands right in front of me and my body is just rooted there not being able to do anything. His closeness makes my heartbeat rise ,he bends low and extends his hand over my shoulder, his fingers trail below my pony tail, the tips of his fingers rouching the back of my neck making adereline rush down my spine.
My mind goes blank, and his proximity causes my cheeks to heat up. Suddenly, I feel my hair cascade down, the brunette strands draping over my shoulders, snapping me back to reality.
"Now it's perfect,” he smiles and stands straight. He walks away, tucking my hairband into his pocket, leaving me puzzled.
He just spoke coldly, and now he is like— Why is he so weird ? Did his mom pick him up from Mars or what.