Faustino quickly released me. His jaw tightened.

"Be professional. Finish your work." his voice was cold and he marched away.

Be professional, he is the one who is being unprofessional.

"Jealous." I struggled with nothingness at the same time.

My colleagues didn't make fun of me when I came back. Like nothing happened. That day was normal except that my whole body ached.

I booked a ticket online. It's just one day and it's Saturday and it's week. It was my rest days.

Another day came.

I forced myself to take a shower and get ready. I wore jeans and a pink T-shirt with the SouthGate Inn brand. My hair...