24. Potential Wife

Harold held me until downstairs... all along the hallway and as we descended the stairs, several coworkers glared in surprise and did not dare to say hello... they seemed to pretend not to see. I tried to let go of my hand, but he squeezed it tighter... until we walked in front of the highway in front of the building, I don't know where he planned to eat... Why did he drive so far?

"Where are this going? You can let go of my hand!" I shouted in annoyance.

"I can't! I'm afraid I'll be kidnapped!"

"I'm a kid!" I snapped again, while my legs were already getting tired. The concept of walking is different for tall people and short people. A tall person with long legs can take two to three times as many steps as a short person like me, especially if Harold' walking rhythm is so fast that he's like competing with The Falsh...so fast... I automatically have to be faster to keep up with him, even more so! Where are you going to eat, it's the same thing! After eating, if I have to walk this fa