That's Not Good...

His throbbing heart pound faster, the closer he approached the supplies room's door. Yang Tian-Xu can’t remember when, but he had ever felt this way before; perhaps never. But at this moment, Yang Tian-Xu felt an extreme nervousness. A small imprint formed by the bag because of his tight grip, his right palm turned red.

His nervousness made him gripped tighter on to the bag, he worried more and more. Never an anxious person, Yang Tian-Xu felt a sudden queasiness. Frustrated, as he never felt this way before, he used to so confident in himself.

Yet, his unshakeable confident collapsed at the thought about how he'll interact with Wang Yi-An. Yang Tian-Xu stood outside the door for a while, as he continued to repeat himself in a different tone, “Here An-An, I got you this phone… No! That’s not good…” he paced back and forward.

The palms of his hands became sweaty and a shade redder as he squeezed the bad tighter. He continued pacing outside; thinking to himself, about all the possible things he could say to her once he sees her. Yang Tian-Xu never notices the stares from his employees.

Random by-passers would sneak a peek at him now and then. The employees would think their President was acting unusual. However, they don't have the guts to interrupt him because they knew how fuzzy President Yang can be if they did.

President Yang got lost in his thoughts often for new ideas and plans for the company, so it wasn't unusual for him to be pacing around like that. However, he remains in his office when he does paced around. Yet, today he paced back and forward in the hallway. Perhaps the problem President Yang dealing with was an extreme case, so they employees wouldn't dare to bother him.

How could they know the real reason behind his unsettle restlessness? Yang Tian-Xu become so agitated and filled with nervousness today, as he tried to build up his courage. For what? For being able to gift an intern a smartphone.

Behind a closed door, unable to control his emotions. Yang Tian-Xu's expression made him seemed jittery, he took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Yang Tian-Xu built enough courage to open the door. As the door opened, he saw her struggling to get something high above her height, even with the stool she stood on was unhelpful.

The ceiling-high shelves were too high for Wang Yi-An. She's a shortie. At five foot nothing, she could not reach the supply she required. She struggled again as she reached her arms up higher, she tried reaching for the printer's ink-toner refill kit. The box was so high up, the more she attempts to reach-out, the closer her feet were to the edge of the stool. She could fall any minute.

Inching closer to the edge, the loud sudden sound as the door opened startled Wang Yi-An; she lost her balance and was about to fall. In that split second; Yang Tian-Xu dropped the bag in his hand and rushed out to save her, his reaction was so fast, he managed to caught her in time before she tipped over.

The loud chime of the door startled her as it opened. The sound came from the access machine, it beeped as the door unlocks, and again as it shuts. Wang Yi-An twisted her head over to look and saw it was President Yang Tian-Xu, he had his arms wrapped around her as he supported her weight.

“Thank you, President Yang.” She said as she gave him a sweet smile. “I can’t believe how short I am.” She laughed as she made fun of her height. Yang Tian-Xu remained dazzle as he kept his position.

In an awkward embracing position, Yang Tian-Xu had his arms wrapped around her waist. She had a tiny waist, but she wasn't too skinny or chubby, she was at a perfect size, like a piece of a puzzle that fits perfectly into his arms.

If he could, he'll never let her go, however, Wang Yi-An felt a sudden confusion as she had already regained her balance. Yet, President Yang's arm still wrapped around her waist! Wang Yi-An no longer needed his support anymore, so she said, “I’m alright now, you can put me down.”

"No…" He said as he refused to let her go. There was a moment of pause for them both, only until Yang Tian-Xu said, "I’ll help lift you up." And then he lifts her up higher, stunned by his action, she said, "It's fine!". To support her weight; although, she wasn’t heavy at all. He grasped tighter as he lifted her high up.

"Ah… Okay…" bewildered, Wang Yi-An didn’t know what to say, and as Yang Tian-Xu held her up, her arms were at a convenient length to retrieved the box.

Wang Yi-An need to print of the design templates for Yang Tian-Xu to review first before she can send the actual design file to the manufacturer; but the printer ran out of ink. As the new intern; it was her responsibility to refill the cartridge.

When Wang Yi-An went to the supply room she met the previous employee Yang Tian-Xu had asked for her whereabouts. She didn't think she needed help to reach the ink-toner refill kit. Now she thought about it, she should have asked for the help when the employee was present.

Wang Yi-An was a little embarrassed, because there was no need for Yang Tian-Xu to lifted her up like that! He could have take the box down pass it to her as he was tall enough to manage reach the box. Yet, he chose to life her up, and this feeling made her blushed, and she stuttered, "Um, President… You can. Ah... Put me down now…?" she secured the box in her hands.

However, Yang Tian-Xu refused to let her go, he slides her down yet still supporting her with his body, as he held her tight. Their eyes met as he remained attached to her. Speechless as she turned her head away from his gaze. "Um… President, you can put me down now…"