The sun burns brilliantly in the clear sky and a light breeze plays over your skin, and the air is sweet with the scent of blooming flowers. It’s a perfect day, but your stomach is twisting in apprehension and your face is tight with anxiety.
You know that what you’re about to do is stupid and risky, but you can’t bear the long silences of night, thinking about him, dreaming about him, and then waking up in the harsh light of morning and having to treat him formally and courteously without letting any of your feelings show. You couldn’t stop now if you tried, your feet are carrying you closer and closer towards his office.The concept of rejection is terrifying to you, and as much as you’ve tried to harden your heart and expect the worst you know that it could tear you apart. Your chance would be over and any interaction with him would be awkward and embarrassing.
‘(name)!’ Sasha calls, ‘It’s lunchtime.’ A statement which is ma