Uninterested

EVANGELINE.

Everything had happened so fast, like a dream. I'd been immersed in my work when I heard some ruckus happening at the front of the office— of course, I plugged in my AirPods deeper since I didn't want to be a part of whatever was going on. That lasted up until a minute before someone nudged me, signaling to the front space.

I'd been awed. I rose from my seat and waddled past the compartments, looking forward to seeing what they were talking about. Most of my coworkers were on their feet, and they faced the same direction— the front of the office. Due to the size of the room, it wasn't easy to see what was before me till I reached the front, and my jaw dropped to the floor.

Right before me, in my face, was Axel and the big bouquet of red roses in his hands. He looked like his usual gorgeous self, in a casual fit and his intentionally disheveled hair that perfected his bookish playboy look. I needed not to say my breath was caught in my throat, but it was, because of someone