Capítulo 54: Pinocchio
"Good morning, Ad–
He cleared his throat to interrupt.
"Sorry. Good morning, Mr Garcia," she greeted after correcting herself.
He hadn't taken his eyes off his desktop since she stepped into his office.
"How may I help you?" he asked, his eyes still not on her.
"I brewed you a cup of coffee, sir." She made a move to approach his desk, but he motioned her to a halt.
"Take it away. I didn't request that you make it today," he lifted his gaze.
"You can't just reject it!"
"Does it contain a love portion?" he asked, sounding ridiculous.
If it came to her mind earlier, maybe.
"No. It's the usual black coffee," she replied.
"Oh, I see. Poisoned, right?"
"W-what?"
"Don't panic, Miss Anderson. I know everything."
"You know what?" Zoey asked.
Could he be serious for once?
"That you…" he paused, and came up with something. "You poisoned my coffee, am I lying?"
"Hey, that's a lie–
"You just called your boss a liar. Smart of you, miss Anderson."
She wished she could take back her words.
Too late, Zoey.
"I'm sorry, Ad- Mr Garcia."
"There's always a punishment to every offence. You'd be working for an extra two hours, and it's final."
"Okay," she sighed in frustration, wishing she had never come there.
"Wait," he stopped her from leaving.
She wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes. She wasn't crying because of her work, but the distance between her and Adrian. Now, it was just a boss-employee relationship.
"Are you crying?" He couldn't help but ask after hearing her sniff in her tears.
"No, dust particles. They got blown into my eyes."
For a second, he believed her. "Do you mind if I–" He just realized.
"Pinocchio."
"I'm not lying," she denied.
"Then, who is?"
Without thinking, she answered. "Yo–
Damn, she almost said it again. "I mean uh… yoghurt."
"Yoghurt?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, sir. I was getting it for lunch. Do I grab one for you, too?"
"I must admit, you're silly," Adrian said, trying hard not to laugh.
"A compliment?" she asked.
"Fact. Just leave, and don't cry again. Else, I might make you cry even harder."
"If that's the case, I'll cry on," she shrugged, and left his office.
"Pervert," a playful smirk on his lips. He noticed she left behind the cup of coffee, lying on his desk. Also, there was a sticky note attached to it. Adrian smiled as he picked it up.
Call me to take out the empty mug when you're done. I hope you have a nice day:)
With love,
Zoey.
He kissed the paper, and glanced over to the brewed coffee, and took it up. Then he spilled it.
Everything.
Did she expect him to trust her? Oh, no.
He had stopped trusting her. Rather, he never did. Love without trust… it's nothing. With time, he believed she'd gain it, and fully win his heart. Till then, he couldn't picture them becoming a thing.
It was a mistake he'd never repeat, even in his next life.
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