Chapter 5:
Introduction

Harry was still staring at the beautiful girl in front of him in confusion. This girl doesn't look foreign, at all. This girl is wearing the clothes that his  mother is working on. This girl. . . why is this girl here? Especially when it's late at night.

"You. . . who are you?" Harry asked again. The girl's face looked pale. She bit her lower lip. The girl shook her head.

“No, I'm nothing. I'm not a bad person, I promise. Don't hurt me, please. "

Harry paused, examining the girl's face before laughing amusedly. "Hey, who wants to hurt you? You honestly look beautiful. I don't know if my mother has an employee as beautiful as you. "  Harry glanced at her and the girl's panicked expression was quickly replaced with a flat one.

"I'm Harry."

The young man confidently stretched out his hand in front of the girl. "I. . . you can call me anything you want."

The girl hesitated to return Harry's handshake, still confused by what had happened. “It's fine if you want to keep your name from me. I'll just call you 'babe'" Harry raised his eyebrows, without intending to give up the handshake at all.

"Babe?"

"Yeah, babe. It sounds very sweet and suits you." The girl nodded quickly, agreeing to Harry's words even though her face still had a confused expression. The girl took her hand lightly from Harry and Harry chuckled.

"Ah, yes, sorry. My hands do have a scientific reaction not to easily let go of everything so beautiful. "

The atmosphere between them went quiet. There was no conversation between Harry and the girl. Both were awkward. Correction, it was only the poor girl  that was awkward, while Harry was busy observing the girl, from top to bottom before finally, grinning widely. “I'm looking for my mom's sketchbook. Do you know where she usually puts it? " Harry asked, refocusing on his original purpose for coming here. The girl shook her head.

"Alright, alright. . . but you do know your own cellphone number, right?" Harry winked flirtatiously, confusing the girl even more.

Harry chuckled with amusement at the beautiful girl's expression. "I'm just kidding, take it easy. But, if you want to give me your phone number, go ahead. I'll contact you right away. We can plan our future meetings some other time."

Harry walked over to the small wardrobe which was the place where Anne used to put her sketchbooks. Harry took several books from there and held them in front of his chest before returning to his feet, facing the beautiful girl who he still did not know her real name.

"Nice to meet you, babe. I'll make sure that my mum wouldn't be sick for long. She'll be back soon, so you won't have to do overtime to do her work."

A big smile appeared on Harry's lips. The girl was still looking at Harry confusedly and Harry was also confused. This girl looks very innocent and doesn't talk much. It was rare for Harry to find a girl like this. Strange.

"It's late. Do you want me to take you home? "  Harry asked kindly. The girl shook her head slowly.

"Oh okay. I have to go home soon. I'll get scolded  if I stay here longer. You better go home and rest too. It's not good for a girl to come home late at night. " Harry winked back and continued, "Good evening and I hope to see you again. . . babe."

The young man walked out casually, without realizing his own stupidity and without knowing what he just witnessed.

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“Here's your sketchbook. I didn't know which one you need so, I brought them all. ” Harry put the sketchbook he was carrying on the small table, beside the bed where Anne was lying. Anne rose from her reclining position, into a sitting position and reached for her sketchbook. A smile appeared on Anne's lips.

"Thank you, Harry. I love you so much."

Harry rolled his eyes. “Mum, you have to get well soon. It's a pity if you let your employees stay in your office late at night, continuing your work. At least, you have to pay her overtime pay. "

"Employee? Who do you mean? "

“It's the blonde one! She was very professional and didn't want to mention her name to me. But, really, Mum. Why didn't you told me that you  have such a beautiful employee?! ”

Anne held her head. She was starting to get confused by what Harry was talking about. Employee? Blonde? Overtime? Gosh, Anne is trying to remember who the blonde employee is and wants to stay late until midnight just to do the tasks that Anne should be doing. However, Anne never shared the tasks she was doing with other employees. Anne's job was difficult, it was designing.

"Wait. I don't even have a blonde employee! Most of the female employees there have brown hair! "

Harry squinted his eyes. "Are you kidding? But she's blonde and very beautiful! Try to remember, who's your most beautiful employee."

Anne thought harder again. Her most beautiful employee? No, Anne couldn't possibly think who's her most beautiful employee because Anne believes all of them are beautiful in their own way. Also, the youngest employee that Anne has is already in her mid-thirties. And as far as Anne knows, no employee of hers is willing to do overtime just to work.

"It's late, Harry. Maybe you're just being delusional. You better sleep. Aren't you going to college tomorrow? "

Harry snorted. "I have the day off tomorrow. And mum, I'm not being delusional. I swear I saw her with my own two eyes."

"Whatever you say. Thank you for picking up my sketchbook. Now, if you don't mind, please go out of my room because I need to rest. Goodnight, Harry."

Harry walked out of the room lazily. "Goodnight, Mum."