Chapter ４

"The best part came, the man's heart stopped, Donald gave him first aid and saved him again." A man next to him said. He was talking about the first aid to patients in their hospital. It sounds fantastic. My heart stopped and I was revived by the man named Donald. However, from the mouth of doctors, what remains is a miracle.

"God, he's annoying, isn't he?" He said with a smile. "His colleague is annoying, probably because he doesn't like being praised like this in public places."

"No, you're great," said one of his female colleagues. 

"Yes!" I also answered in the affirmative, he is really good. However, I seem to have been discovered, and I can't wait to find a hole in the ground.

He and his colleagues looked at me, the burning eyes, damn it, what did I do?

"What are you talking about?" The female colleague next to him asked me curiously. Their strange eyes made me flustered, so I hurried away.

"Wait, what's there to eat?" He saw the shrimp balls in my hand, and I forgot that I was here to send them shrimp balls to eat.

"Ball, ball, shrimp ball." He looked surprised. I thought it might be because my words made him misunderstand something.

"Shrimp in … ball" I do shrimp wrapped in pasta inside the action to explain to him.

"I'm sorry, but we're not very interested in fish genitals." The female colleague said to me with her hands folded and her eyes defiant, apparently because I eavesdropped on their conversation, and she was very unhappy.

"All right." I was embarrassed and lost. It was a shameful act. I wanted to slap my face multiple times but if I do that now, they will really think that I am out of my mind. 

So I will do that later. Kidding. I really want for the ground to just swallow me whole from my embarrassment. I can already feel my face getting red as a tomato. Oh ground, please swallow me now. 

Donald's POV 

I'm Donald, a doctor, and I have the habit of exercising regularly, such as running on the beach. I can still remember when I went on a run a few days ago. 

I woke up early because I used to run early in the morning. When I was done washing my face in the bathroom, I changed into appropriate running wear and prepared my bag. Today, I planned to run on the beach side for a change of scenery. 

When I was already downstairs, a servant saw me and offered me breakfast but I declined her politely and went on my way. 

I went to the parking lot and looked at the cars parked. Today, I chose the jeep to travel. I smiled, then got the keys and opened the door. 

I smirked when I heaved the engine. I liked the sound it made. So after I warmed the engine up a little, I decided to proceed with my plan. 

I was running along the beach side and since I felt sweaty, I removed my shirt then I held it first because I was already away from my bag. I planned to at least run some time then go back to my jeep and drive to my house. 

Anyway, I was busy running with my earpods in when I noticed a girl busy walking a dog but it looked like the dogs were walking her. She was having trouble controlling them. I could just smile at that scene then look in front of me since I was running, so that I won't look like an idiot if I fall or bumped into someone. 

When I looked at her direction again, I was caught off guard when I saw her looking at me too. She was pretty and I could see her eyes were beautiful as well. So I smiled at her and I saw her smile back. 

Anyway, I recently moved back from San Francisco, so I invited my friends to organize a party. Caroline and Enoch are two of my colleagues.

I watched the girl leave in a panic. I somehow remember her. Was she the girl on the beach with dogs that look like she can't tame them and being pulled by them? I thought. Maybe it was her. She intrigues me. Should I follow her and talk to her or should I just stay here and maybe regret this chance all my life? While I was thinking, I heard the woman beside me said, 

"Was she eavesdropping on our conversation?" Caroline seems to mind being eavesdropped on our conversation by that girl.

"Excuse me." Somehow, I said hello to several colleagues to leave, but trotted to find the girl who had just delivered the meal. Oops, I guess my feet have a brain of its own. I saw my colleagues look at me when they saw me standing up but I paid no mind to them. I hurriedly left my seat and went to the direction the girl took earlier. 

When I was near her, I reached for her shoulder and spoke. 

"Wait," I tapped her on the shoulder and stopped her. She turned and looked at me.

"I know two things about you, you provide food service, and you have a lot of dogs." She looked at me, surprised that I knew so much, and had to admit that for some reason, I investigated her in advance. 

I believe she was also the girl who bumped into me at a cafe the other day. I smiled at her. 

"Well, no, I'm a dog walker. I'm not the crazy woman who owns 12,000 dogs," she quipped, explaining that she's not like some other dog-owners.

"That's why," I said with a smile. I really want to know her more and talk to her. If I can, I really want to take her out of here and talk with her in private. Okay that was a little creepy, but I couldn’t help it. 

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to eavesdrop," she explained shyly.

"You're right, you shouldn't have done that, you should have talked to me there." I really want to know this girl. I don't care if she eavesdropped on my conversation with my colleagues, so I want to talk to her directly. I want to talk with her and get to know her better. 

"Your girlfriend seems very upset." She looked awkwardly at Carolyn. It was Carolyn's words that made her think Carolyn was my girlfriend. But she was not. She was just my friend and I could never imagine myself liking her as a girlfriend. She is beautiful, yes, but she has been my friend ever since so I never would've thought that. 

"No, that, she's not my girlfriend, I, I don't, I'm single, I don't have a girlfriend." My explanation made her a little unbelievable. How can I explain to her that we are nothing more than friends? She would believe me, right? 

"What's the matter?" She looked at me and became speechless. What happened?

"Nothing." She came to her senses and shook her head. "Nothing. I'm Linda Charlotte, but they call me Linda."

"I'm Donald. Nice to meet you." I said, extending my hands to shake hers. 

"Me too." So we introduced ourselves to each other for the first time.