Nina; The real me
But as the cool metal touched my skin, a wave of discomfort washed over me.
“Mr Johnson, please wait a moment,” I said, pulling back and standing up. “I can’t accept this.”
His expression shifted from confusion to a hint of frustration. “Why not, Nina? It’s just a gift.”
I took a step back, trying to find the right words. “It’s not just a gift, Sir. It’s… it’s too much. I appreciate the thought of you trying to get me something. It shows that you're really a nice person, but I’m not ready for this.”
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