I’ve been staring blankly at my computer monitor for a while now. I don’t know when I’ll finish the report I’ve been working on since this morning. Lunch break is almost here, yet I’m still stuck doing this.
Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t understand why I still keep thinking about what Zander told me last Saturday. We never got the chance to talk about it because we went home the next day at his brother’s insistence. Everything happened so fast, I don’t even know what to do about it.
"You’ve been spaced out for a while. Here, our boss asked me to give you this," Maurice said as she arrived at my desk and placed a cup of coffee in front of me.
"Thank you," I replied and gave her a small smile.
And then there’s Zach—he’s been messing with my heart and mind since yesterday. Because of the way he’s been acting, I don’t know what he’s trying to say, and I keep giving it a different meaning that only makes my mind even more confused.
"You're welcome. That coffee was free at the lobby earlier, b
