His Sweetheart

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When I went to work the next day, I noticed that the Coke on the front desk had been swapped for chamomile tea.

I glanced at Jonathan, who was checking the computer. He was more attentive toward his employees' health than I gave him credit for.

I wondered idly if it was because I paid special attention to him that I could always pick up on the sweet, little things he did for me.

For example, I would not care at all if I had accidentally given myself a cut on the finger or something, but if he noticed it, he would abruptly hand me a plaster.

He also remembered all my food preferences and made sure to tell the restaurant to add scallions and cilantro to my dishes whenever he ordered takeout.

When I was hungry from working the late night shift today, he went up to make me spaghetti aglio e olio.

I had never seen him make a midnight snack for anyone else.

Did all of this mean he had feelings for me?