FLORENCE'S POINT OF VIEW
"You look gloomy. Is there any problem?"
I raised my head and looked at Zyair who's sitting on the swivel chair while directly staring at me. I'm currently inside his office, as usual. He told me weeks ago that I should just work on his office instead of mine. His reasons? Because he said he wants to see me all the time.
I shook my head. "I'm fine, Zyair," I denied, though it's very obvious from my face that I'm bothered by something.
I heard his heavy sigh. To my surprise, he sat beside me on the couch. I stiffened when he leaned closer and nuzzle on my neck.
"I thought we're not going to hide secrets from each other. Come on, you should tell me what's troubling you. I'm not good at giving advices, but I'm a good listener."
I stared at him for a moment. Up until now, I can't still believe that the cold and unyielding Zyair is now acting like a huge goofball who's fond of cuddling.