Josie's POV
It is the end of the week, and I am still thinking about Roger's question.
I never knew myself to be this slow.
'Maybe because you are avoiding having a conversation outside of work schedule with him!' I subconsciously screamed at myself.
I plopped myself in my chair with a heavy sigh, pulling the tiny rubber band I used to get my hair into a ponytail. Maybe this will reduce my frustration.
'A love frustration, I might add.'
"Am I supposed to be worried?" A familiar voice projected from above me. His voice laced with amusement.
I frowned at him. How much did he see, and how did I forget to close my door?
As if he could read my mind, Roger pointed out, "You left the door wide open, and I even knocked on the open door. You should probably consider closing your door whenever you decide to go crazy."
"I am not." I rebutted, sinking deeper into my chair to hide my small frame in shame.