NOT RECONCILED

Cayenne felt an oncoming headache because of him. "You don't even know what you are talking about. Stop saying nonsense." Cayenne mumbled. "Let's just go home. We don't need to talk about this."

"No, Ayen. I'm serious about this. We need to fix this here and now." Stefan insisted and had no intention of letting her hands go.

"Are you really alright? Am I the one who's sick or you are sick? Do you really know what you're talking about?" Cayenne was still doubtful. It wasn't easy for her to take his words seriously.

"Fine. Let's take this from the start. Don't think of me as your employer this time."

"What do you mean?"

Stefan stood up from his seat and stretched his arm out. "Hi! I'm Stefan Domrique. Can we be friends?"

"Are we the type of friends with benefits?" Cayenne questioned, still refusing to reach out her hands. "It's not normal for friends to sleep together at night."

"Well, what should our relationship be?"