I could feel Ian's body stiff. Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, Ian but I need this hug.
"Maya..." he called.
"I--I'm sorry..."
"Why do you apologize?" his hand on my back, rubbing it gently.
The warmth I loved is back.
"Because...y--you ma at m--me."
"Mad at you? I'm sorry but you probably misunderstood something, Maya." Ian said.
"B--But, just now...y--you..." I didn't know how to explain it.
As I look at him, he seems to understand what I'm trying to recall. "Maya, if you talk about you strict I am telling you to go get a rest, that's because I'm worried."
"Really?"
"Yes. I will keep reminding you to think about yourself first knowing you will be busy thinking about others." he rolls his eyes.
Aaa. He has such a sharp eye when it comes to me.
I wonder, is he always looking at me no matter where am I? If people who just known him, they will say he is such a creepy guy.
