"Riya's point of view,"

　　I didn't give a damn about what the office gossip might have had to say about Rachit and me right then.

　　Rachit understood all I wanted was to have lunch with him, and he wanted to assist me in de-stressing.

　　We sat face-to-face on the chair, which was already set up for the lunch table preparations.

　　Although I was no longer enraged by him, I continued to express my dissatisfaction with him regularly.

　　He inquired, his hand resting on mine. "Do you still have a problem with me?"

　　Instantaneously, I yanked my palm away from his grasp and declared, "No, I'm not."

　　"So, what's the deal...