SUMIRE
"Oh please it's not like I asked for--"
Yuhi's gaze hardens.
Oops, wrong choice of words. She curses herself for her mistake
'I can't tell what kind of mood he is in.' They joked around and flirted on the bench outside the company. But, that hazard look in his eyes has yet to vanish.
Sumire takes a deep breath. She has to lighten the atmosphere. She could shamelessly flirt with him like she did earlier, and pretend nothing is wrong. But, would he respond?
It's worth the try.
"So a bed by the window with a view of the sea, and my picture on the bedside. This is a deadly combination."
Yuhi gave a low dark chuckle. "If you check the cabinet, there are some interesting things there."
Her cheeks colour. He can't be serious-
But he wouldn't joke about that now.
Thump. Thump.
"Also, it's not just one photo. I'm sure I have an album somewhere."
"An album?" Sumire said.