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Damon Logan's P O V

I can feel those beautiful doe eyes staring at me for quite some time from her desk. Her eyes move to me and then back to her laptop a few times... searching for something? An answer? I don't know.

I want to give her my attention and clear those questions she is struggling to find an answer to in that little head of hers. But this is not the time.

I am busy with all the piled-up work from the last 3 days, so I am forced to ignore those beautiful, innocent eyes for now. I focused on the screen, avoiding my cutie, and continued working.

After a few minutes of trying to find answers to those unknown questions, she finally gave up. Her eyes turned to me in the hope that I could give her the answer.

She got up from her desk with her eyes fixed on me and I am sure that her little head was filled with hundreds of doubts about getting an answer that she expected but she pushed all those thoughts and walked up to my desk in slow steps.

Her small figure stopped to the