"Sure, I'm going to file this. We can talk more tomorrow." He didn't wait for my response before he walked off. Don't you feel dumb now, Park Daisuke? I do have people who want to work with me.
I turned around with a smile spread across my face, then I stuck out my tongue in jest. But my babyfaced devil manager was staring right back. Crap!
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"We've been friends for close to a month now. Why can't I come over?" Eiichi draped over me while I struggled to pick up a box of cereal off the counter.
"You way a ton, get off me," I swatted at his side. "You can't come over."
"Come on, Cha-cha. I'm even grocery shopping with you." He complained as he shook my shoulders.
"No one asked you to come."
"I won't touch anything. What do you have to hide?" He patted my head. "I won't peek into your underwear drawer. Promise." He whispered.
"You can't never, ever, ever come over." I punched his belly. "How did you even find me at this grocery store."
