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It's 3 a.m. and I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was the way he blurted out all those words and the way he looked while saying them, as if it didn't matter, like he didn't care. Well, why would he?

I thought I could do something for him so to reimburse for the work I was being brought here. I thought I could understand him. I thought I knew what's inside him. But I was proved all wrong. I didn't even know why I made those buns for him in the first place. That man didn't worth it. He didn't deserve any of it. Gosh! Why am I even thinking about him right now?

After so many twists and turns I at last got out of my bed. I couldn't sleep like this. I need some air. I felt as if someone has stifled my mind, my heart and sucked all the air out of my lungs and left me panting like a grampus.

I rushed out of my room and found the whole passageway was deserted with nothing more than few dim lights. At this moment, I couldn't care less about anyone. I felt like going out for a brisk walk or something but the weather was so cold and bleak that I found staying in was a more appealing idea than shivering out.

I decided to go out on the balcony. I perched down on one of the slanting seats that's kept there. It's cold outside, and it felt even colder because of the windchill. I felt a shiver ran down my spine when the cold wind hit on my exposed skin, forming cold creeps all over my body. I wrapped myself up instantly in the velvety quilt and stayed like that.

A thick layer of darkness was covered all around and everything seemed as if it never had any colour in it. And silence is enigmatic to a level where I could only hear sounds that probably never had a face. Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I might be in, therein to be content.

NOEMI!!!!

"Noemi!" I woke up to a loud voice shouting out my name. And as I looked around, I found Alvin standing by the door, puffing and panting there. His eyes were carrying ocean of worry in them as he continued looking at me.

What is he doing here?!

I stood up instantly. He looked at me from top to the bottom as his eyes seemed losing all the worry and replacing it with an unknown tenderness. He took a step forward, making my whole body tingle with queer sensations. My pulse rate couldn't hold up with the normal pace anymore. And I quaver at my place, clutching sheets so tightly.

He stood so close to me that I could smell his minty cologne, that's doing nothing but making me more reckless than I already was. Before I could swoon over him, he uttered "Wh-What are you doing here?! I thought, I thought you just..."

"Um...I couldn't sleep. So, I felt like coming here and---"

"Yes. I understand. You could." He said while his eyes were still engaged in beholding me.

"What are you doing here? And why were you calling me out?" I asked.

He suddenly shifted his eyes to somewhere else as he said "Um...yes, I was just going down to the kitchen and suddenly I thought about checking you in your room but you weren't there. I thought you left after what I said today."

I laid back on the seat as I murmured "If I had a choice I would've left already."

He slouched on the other seat and didn't say anything, atleast for as much as I could bear his silence. After a few minutes, he breached the silence by saying "Look! I know whatever I said today was totally wrong. I know, it shouldn't have happened and that I should not have said all those words to you. I didn't even know what I was thinking while spitting them out. I mean, I'm, that I am---"

"You don't have to say the exact word. I know how difficult it is for you to say something that you aren't accustomed of." I said.

He stayed there for some more time before he announced "I think I should go now. And you should also sleep. It's late." He stood up.

"Just some more time." I uttered, daring to look back into his beautiful eyes.

"Okay!" He simply said and turnef around to leave. I closed my eyes for another doze of silence.

"By the way" He remained like that, his back facing me, as he said "I found it a little difficult to taste something that's just one in quantity. So, could you prepare some more of those buns so that I could completely clinch their taste?!"

I abruptly opened my eyes and turned around. My face flushed with something which was unusual but still so blissful "WHAT?! Did you eat them?" I couldn't believe my ears. Did he really...?

"Yeah, kind of. The one you dropped while you were stomping out in your highly fortified rage." This brought a blush to my cheeks. No, I couldn't laugh at my own stupidity.

I felt abashed "Oh! Yes, I-I was just---"

Before I could form any silly excuse, he just said "Good night." And left me completely flushed at my position. What more could I say? He literally ate those buns that I made. And that too the one I dropped down on the floor. Gosh! Is he for real?

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"Excuse me!"

"Yes!" I looked around.

There was a tall, masculine and handsome man standing at the door. He had the perfectly shaped body and slick-backed hair that reminded me of Johnny Bravo. He was wearing navy blazers over a white shirt with a white pocket square and grey trousers in the bottom. His double monk shoes looked as lavish as he was looking. There's no doubt about it that he was quite well-off.

He cleared his throat as he said "Are you making coffee?"

"Yes. I'm making a cup for the boss." Before he could say anything else I suddenly asked "Oh! Do you like to have one?"

He blushed and his sharp jawline with absolute stubble on it turned out to be more charming. "Oh! Thank you very much. I really appreciate that because I need a doze of coffee to awaken my brain cells." I giggled. Or may be we giggled together.

And then he asked "I haven't seen you much here. Are you ne---?"

"Oh! Yeah. I'm new here. I'm boss's assistant's assistant." I said while adding sugar to the coffee.

He raised his eyebrows "Really?! I thought you're the new face that we've been looking for."

I pursed my lips and smiled while I poured coffee in the cups. He added "And by the way, I'm the head male model of this firm. I've been working here since 6 months. Not much but too much for a guy like me."

"You look like one." I said glancing at him.

"Apparently, you also look like a model." He simply stated.

I moved to get a tray as I said "But I ain't. Nevertheless, I love this job that I have. No such plans to change it right now."

"That's cool." He shrugged his shoulders.

I handed him a cup of coffee "And here's your coffee." He held it in his hands while I added "And have these buns. I've especially made them for Al---" I paused.

"For?!" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"For Almost myself. Myself. I-I really like to eat them It's my binge eating food item. So, you know, I kind of made them for myself." I tried to act as credible as I could but you know sometimes it's just a fault of the excuse that you're making.

"Almost relatable." He just nodded, but I knew how much sarcasm he had in that smug look. He chewed a chunk of bun as he added "And thanks for these buns. They are absolutely tasty. I won't mind making them for myself anyways." He chuckled.

What am I suppose to say? I just smiled as I said "Yeah! Yeah! You should. By the way, it was nice talking to you. I gotta go now."

He grinned while saying "Hope to see you around."

"So do I."

I walked out, carrying a tray of food items in my hands. I could only pray in that moment that the history won't repeat. I couldn't bear pain of those poisonous words again in a row. I don't know why everything would hurt more when it came out of Alvin's mouth. I just don't know whether me getting to know him was any near to a good idea. But anyways, I wanted to do it, I wanted to do everything that my inner self defied me to not do. Because that's when it's most important to do, something, anything.

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