As we ate, I couldn't help but watch Mr Simmons. He ate with such charisma that it caught me off guard, "Kate, you haven't touched your spaghetti, you don't like it?" Mr Simmons asked me worriedly. "Don't tell me you're allergic," I kept on smiling, not saying a word and he kept on coming up with more assumptions, "You're shy, aren't you?" He said as he laughed at me.
I let out a peal of short laughter then I said, "I haven't eaten not because I don't like it or because I'm allergic or because I'm shy." Then he asked me why then I haven't eaten, then I replied, "I haven't eaten because I can't stop staring at you. Mr Simmons, I think I'm in love with you." Mr Simmons didn't say a word to me. He kept quiet after I told him that I was in love with him.
