I didn’t know what to say so I just blatantly smiled at him, my anxiousness rose as the silence choked me out in embarrassment.
Oh my God, Did he mean the intimate part? I thought to myself.
With fidgety hands, I finally mustered up a courage to reply something back at his question. “About that… What exactly do you mean about the ‘what you saw’ part?”
“You know what I'm talking about, Abby. Don’t try to feign innocence.” He says, in a convincing tone. Though the topic was quite sensitive, Keith on the other hand looked calm and composed, unlike me who was on the verge of breaking down.
I cried internally, Why did one of my coworkers have to see that?! How did he even saw us?
I didn’t have any courage left to ask him how, so I just let out a sigh.
“Damn it…” I breathed. I shot a quick glare at him before suddenly pulling his hand and fixing it into the promising symbol that kids usually use these days. He looked at me in confusion as I interlinked my pinky with his.