4 A Goodbye

"Let me go…," she said, moving a little.

"Em.., I’m sorry," I mumbled letting her go from my torso.

I removed my hands from her waist in embarrassment.

"Aah…," she mumbled, looking down over her shirt and turning around while wrapping her arms around her body as soon as she realised that she was almost wet and her skin was visible through her shirt.

I turned myself around to avoid meeting my gaze to meet her body and moved ahead to turn the tap off.

"Change your clothes before you catch a cold," I said, putting my coat over her, before leaving the bathroom without looking at her.

As soon as I came out of the house.

"Really I spoiled my clothes?" I mumbled, looking down at my wet shirt.

"What you were doing, you're Adam...," I said to myself, lifting my chin in the air.

A smile appeared on my face as I was thinking about her gaze.

"What I am doing right now, I must be going crazy," I thought to myself and cleared my throat in order to hide my embarrassment as I moved over to my car.

"What happened to you?” Noah continued, peeking at me with his narrow eyes.

“Your shirt is almost wet.”

"It's nothing...," I said, avoiding his gaze.

"Are you not feeling cold?" he asked while looking at me in shock.

"Uh, you can see it, then would you like to bring my clothes," I said, with a forced smile.

"What's the matter with you today?" he asked while looking at me narrowing his gaze.

"Are you not going to bring me my clothes," I said, shifting my gaze at him.

"Ah….I'm doing,"

"And Mr. Lee agreed to your proposal for shooting the France schedule," he said before leaving.

"Great, then arrange my schedule, I'll be leaving soon,"

"And fix a date too," I said, opening the door of my car.

"A date?" he repeated.

"Hm, a date with Ivy, made all suitable arrangements," I said.

“Are you sure?” he asked, with distrust.

“Yes, I’m,” I said, tightening my grip around the car door’s handle.