18-Please Mark Me

“Theodore,”

“Mm?” Theodore hummed in response without looking up from the files he was holding. I don’t even know what Theodore works. How he manages his people. I barely know anything at all. But then again, I have just started knowing him.

“A medical camp is getting organized for human beings today. I was thinking of helping Doctor Paul in taking samples, and examining the patients.” I said, and Theodore stopped working. His fingers ceased writing whatever he was writing giving me a bad vibe about it.

When Theodore didn’t speak anything for a minute or more, I couldn’t help but think of the worst possible scenario my mind was weaving for me. I was expecting so many things in that one minute. After all the attacks and chaos that had happened in the past few days, I was expecting Theodore to stop me from working.

I was ready to fight. My mind was already making up conversations. I was almost ready with a speech on how women need to work and no man can stop her until he nodded his