Fortunately for me the Devilish woman left just before Mr. Choi came back, something about her cat needing food, really Mrs? A CAT? Figures she'd be a cat lady, maybe she even has a horde of them, just waiting for the non wed woman who'd waste a day waiting for a man that never comes.  He was handsome, I'd give you that but something's off here and it's not just the heating.

He just waltzed in, new books under his arm and flashed me a smile.  The waltzing looked like spasmic dancing but it strangely suited him. Like everything he did, it was made for his fingers.

˝Mr. Choi?˝- My voice came out without thinking. I should really watch out before I spew my random inner monologues at him. I really need this job and if my subconscious wants to it up, well it ain't letting it. Great now I'm arguing with myself.  A hand passed in front of me.

˝Miss Hawwah? You called?˝ - He was close. Dangerously close. Close enough for me to smell his cologne and hint of  perfume, the stale smell of old paper of the books in his hand and see tiny freckles on his nose. Oh god. ˝Miss Hawwah?˝

˝Oh god yes uhhmm˝- He stared at me with those eyes and a small smirk.

˝God?˝- He sounded amused, like the word meant something rather funny.

˝What's with the feather out back? I went to take out the trash and I saw it, shouldn't you display it? It's prett-˝

˝Do not touch that thing, ARE WE CLEAR?˝- He raised his voice at the end, eyes full of fury.  He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes ˝Just don't touch it Miss Hawwah, you can go home now˝

˝But I haven't cleaned yet?˝

˝Home, now˝

˝Yes Mr.Choi˝- I bowed and turned to take off my apron. He was breathing h