Sarah's confession

Sarah’s POV

Ever since I first laid eyes on Felix, I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. It’s as if he’s carved a space in my thoughts that no one else can fill. I remember our first encounter so clearly, it was at the office, the day we accidentally bumped into each other. I was under so much stress that day, my mind consumed with deadlines and reports, I barely looked at him properly. He was just another face in the crowd.

But everything changed when I saw him again, this time at the movie theater. That’s when I really noticed him. That moment stuck with me. The way he looked, the way he carried himself, he was stunning. It was like the fog of stress had cleared, and all of a sudden, there he was: Felix. Sharp jawline, confident stride, eyes that seemed to pierce through everything around him.

Since that night, I’ve been wishing to see him again, and by some stroke of luck, he approached me at lunch the next day. My heart skipped a beat the moment I looked up and saw him walking toward me. I tried to act like I didn’t recognize him at first, to play it cool, but inside I was screaming. Yes, it's him again. I wanted to know more about him, what he liked, what made him smile, what he dreamed about. I didn’t just want small talk. I wanted to connect with him. Maybe even fall for him.

And how could I not? He was so handsome. His body was well-toned, his build perfectly masculine. He had a clean, sharp haircut, and his beard, well-groomed and shaped, added to his charm. He wasn’t too tall, just the right height for me. Everything about him looked tailored by fate itself to match me. And more than anything, I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me. I was dying to know what his embrace felt like.

Today, I saw him again at the office, and he looked even more dashing. He was wearing a blue suit that hugged his figure in all the right ways. It was like the color had been made for him. The moment I spotted him, I just had to talk to him, if only to hear that deep, velvety voice of his again. I couldn’t let the opportunity pass, so I walked up to him and complimented his look.

“You look handsome today,” I told him. And I meant every single word.

The way he looked at me after that… it told me everything I needed to know. He felt something too. I saw it in his eyes, he was curious about me, intrigued. Maybe even craving me the same way I was craving him. That gaze of his lingered just long enough for me to know: I wasn’t the only one feeling this.

But now, back at my desk, I can’t concentrate at all. My mind is in a million places, but all those places lead back to Felix. His name keeps repeating in my head like a favorite song I can’t stop humming. It’s crazy, really. I feel like a teenager crushing for the first time, and it’s driving me mad. I knew I had to speak to him again. I promised myself I would. I had to find a way.

Suddenly, I feel someone shaking my shoulder. I blink and snap back into reality.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong with you today?” Joyce, my best friend, says as she leans over my desk.

“Huh? Joyce… what is it?” I ask, almost in a daze. I hadn’t even noticed she was beside me. I must’ve looked like a complete fool.

“Girl, where is your mind today? I’ve been asking you something for a whole minute and you didn’t even flinch. Are you okay? You’re not sick, are you? This is so unlike you,” she says, eyeing me with concern.

Joyce and I share an unbreakable bond. She’s like a sister to me. She knows when something’s off. She knows all my secrets. That’s why it’s hard to lie to her.

“Nothing serious, Joyce. I’ll tell you later, I promise. It’s not that important,” I say quickly, trying to brush it off. “Now, what were you asking again?”

“The boss wants to see the report we were working on. Do you still have it? I want to go and give it to him,” she says.

I freeze for a second, realizing I had completely forgotten about work. Thank God we had already finished it earlier. I open my drawer and hand her the file. She takes it and walks off, but I know Joyce. She’ll be back. She’s not the type to let things slide, especially when it comes to me.

At lunchtime, we sit together in the cafeteria. That’s always her move when she has something serious to talk about, especially since she’s usually on some kind of diet.

“Alright, spill it. Something is definitely going on with you. I can’t hold it in anymore,” she says, putting her food down and turning her full attention to me.

I sigh. I can’t avoid it any longer. She’s my friend. She deserves to know.

“Joyce… I think I’m in love,” I say softly.

Her eyes light up. “With who?! Who’s the lucky guy?”

“It’s someone here at the office. I’ve seen him a few times now, and Joyce, he’s so good-looking. Like, seriously. I can’t stop thinking about him.”

Her mouth drops open in excitement. “What?! Who is it? I want to know! Have you talked to him? Does he know you like him? Has he shown any signs he likes you too?”

“Whoa! Slow down with all those questions!” I say, laughing. “Relax, girl. I’ll tell you everything in due time. Just chill.”

“What?! No way! You can’t leave me hanging like this. I need answers!” she insists, crossing her arms and frowning like a pouty child.

I shake my head and smile. I know how Joyce can be. Once she’s curious, there’s no stopping her. But I can’t tell her everything just yet. I don’t even know what Felix truly feels for me. I want to be sure first.

“I promise I’ll tell you, Joyce. Just not right now. Let me figure it all out first. Once I know how he feels about me… then I’ll tell you everything.”

She huffs but nods, finally dropping the subject, for now.

All I want now is a chance. A real opportunity to talk to Felix, just the two of us. I want to pour my heart out, to tell him exactly how I feel. I need him to know what he’s doing to me. And when that moment comes, I won’t hold back.