The clouds formed a continuous horizontal ash blanket in the sky as I glanced through the window, covering the blue canvas with a murky sheet. I sighed deeply. What's going on? The weather was nice this morning…
"Isn't it enough? Stop avoiding me."
I was focused on copying some documents in the printing room when Marvel walked in. I failed to identify his presence - I believed it was some fellow staff because someone like him wouldn't likely come to a place like this.
"I'm not avoiding you," I responded, stealing a glimpse of his figure behind me.
"So, you're running away from me," he snapped, sounding rather annoyed.
He crossed his arms on his chest, staring at my back. Him being in a bad mood as he was, it felt weird how I didn't feel pressured at all. Instead, I heard my voice flowing out calmly.
"I'm sorry," I said after a long pause.
