Angel's
I woke up early the next day to go inside. With my eyes closed, I cleaned the wound on my neck even though my hands were shaking so much.
I started having homophobia when my parents were killed right in front of me. After robbing our house. At the age of five, I was an orphan. So I went to my grandmother and she raised me.
I want my fear to go away so here I am, trying to fight the fear and trembling I feel. I succeeded but my hand was still shaking so much that I spent a few minutes. When I felt better, I immediately got up and left.
I was a bit busy so when I arrived, Mr. was already there. Wren, I was nervous because he might get angry but the feeling was replaced by the surprise of seeing a rose petal on my table.
"Who did it come from?" I asked a weak question even though I knew no one would answer me.
I reached for it and was surprised when a small piece of paper fell off. I immediately picked it up to look, there was something written, maybe it was from someone who left a rose on my table.
"Have a nice day"
That's all what's written on the paper. I smiled and looked again at the flower I was holding. Is this how it feels to receive a flower? Fattening the heart.
I made a coffee for Mr. Wren before I entered his office.
"Uh, good morning Mr. Wren, I'm sorry I'm a little late," I said while bowing slightly.
"It's okay," he said, and I nod as an answer.
I was about to turn around to leave when he stopped me, "Wait," I turned to him, "Yes Mr. Wren?" I asked.
"Have you seen the rose?" he suddenly asked.
I smiled and nodded, "Glad you liked it," he whispered which I heard, "Yes?" I asked in confusion.
"Nothing, you may go," he said in a dismissal tone.
Confused, I turned to leave. What's that?
It's 11:30 when Mr. Wren came out in his office.
"Ms. Joaquin,"
"Yes sir?"
"Do you have any plans later?"
I suddenly thought. I remember Jea but we never planned anything. "Uhm, nothing sir. Why?"
"Let's go," he said then walked to the elevator.
I quickly took my bag and followed Mr. Wren.
When we got to his car he opened the car's door for me before he boarded. I frowned at him. Wait, what's going on?
Mr. Wren's pretty strange today. There is something in his aura that is really weird. I couldn't help but to ask him.
"Uh, Sir? If you don't mind, are you all right?" I hesitate to ask.
His eyebrows furrowed before answering me, "I'm perfectly fine," he said eyes still on the road, "Why?"
"It seems like there's something different about you?"
"Oh," he chuckled, "Don't mind me,"
We soon arrived at an Italian restaurant. We didn't wait anymore because Mr. Wren already had a reservation.
We were assisted to the table. When I sat down, I immediately asked Mr. Wren, "Uh, Sir? Do you have a business meeting? It's not on your schedule." I said.
He stared at me before he speaks, "Nothing, I just want to eat some Italian cuisine that's why."
I just nodded at his answer. I looked around to see the surroundings of this restaurant. The ambiance is so nice that it feels like a poor person like me is not allowed to stay here.
Later, the food arrived. It's my first time eating like this so they're not familiar to me, but they're delicious. That's all, it's hard to pronounce the name.
We were eating quietly when Mr. suddenly sneezed. Wren who grabbed my attention, "Uh, Mr. Wren, water?" when I offer, maybe he was strangled or something.
He shook his head, "I just want to ask you something,"
"Sure, Sir. What is it?"
"Drop the honorifics when we're outside," he said, "What is your ideal man?" he asked without even blinking.
I was shocked by his question. That came out from nowhere?
When I couldn't answer right away he said, "Nah, never mind. Continue eating,"
"Uh, no Sir... Uh, I was just shocked,"
I thought quickly about what kind of guy I was, "Uh... I don't have a type Sir, because I believe that if you liked someone ideal thing is not an issue." I replied and smiled at him.
He smiled at my answer and nodded, "Yeah, you're right." he chuckled.
We talked a lot more. Mr. Wren was kind. I feel like we got more close like in a friendship stage, but of course, it's imprinted in my mind that he's my boss so no matter how lightly he treats me, I still have to respect him.
Office hours are over. I am currently preparing to go home. And then Mr. Wren went out in his office to go home for sure.
"You're going home?"
"Yes,"
"C'mon, I'll drive you home,"
"Oh, no need Sir! I guess it's too much for today."
"No, I insist." So here I am, got no choice but to hitch onn Mr. Wren's car.
When we already got in front of the apartment where I am staying I removed my seatbelt, "Uhm, do you want to come in first, Sir?"
"Sure," he said and we got out of his car at the same time.
I saw Marites, the owner of the apartment where I was staying, "Oh, Angelina! Is that your boyfriend?" she teased.
Embarrassed, I looked at Mr. Wren to answer Marites, "Uh no, Marites, this is my boss."
Marites laughed at me a sign that she didn't believe me. I just ignored her and just keep going.
When I opened the door a table for two welcomes us as I open my door. I offered Mr. Wren to sit.
"I'm sorry Sir, my house is just small."
"No, it's cute though," he said and even looked around.
My house is small but everything is clean and organized. So I'm not ashamed to welcome any guest anytime.
"Ah, do you want some coffee, Sir? I'll make you some," I went straight to my little kitchen when he stopped me. "No, don't bother, I'm leaving too," he said as he stood up from sitting on the monoblock.
"I was just looking to see if you were living well," he added.
I walked Mr. Wren back to his car.
"Thank you for driving me home Mr. Wren! Take care," I smiled and waved at him slightly.
He returned the favor with a small smile and then got into his car and left.
For most of the day I interacted with Mr. Wren, it's like I can say that I already have a little crush to him... Gosh! Angel! You're old enough for that crush thingy!