"But it's Sunday," he said. "I'm sure you don't have to be anywhere right at this moment."
"Do you want me to stay?" I asked, looking at him directly now.
My hazel brown eyes pierced directly into his. Sometimes, words were not enough to convey all that was inside of you and I hoped that he would pick up how I was feeling just by looking at me.
But to my disappointment, he just shrugged his shoulders casually."It's up to you," he said, oblivious to what I was feeling.
"Right," I resumed packing my stuff.
"Or you could stay, I mean," he sounded nervous now as he rubbed the back of his head with his hands. "We can eat together. Making sure you're fed is the least I can do for all your efforts."
"Efforts?" I couldn't hide the hurt in my voice.
"Yes," he pressed. "I understand it can't be easy to do what I've asked of you. It's not every day that your boss asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend," he chuckled.