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“I told you I’m going to do it when I get back.”

The trash bag that I was holding immediately falls to the floor the moment I hear that deep voice who is obviously annoyed with my anthem. And before I managed to turn around, or recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, a hand has already picked up that trash bag.

Without saying anything, he surpasses me at the hallway and strides to the Refuse Room. I take a deep breath upon watching him from behind, that guy is looking insanely strong and manly carrying the trash, especially when he’s wearing this one winter coat that has becoming my favorite. I don’t understand how he can look good all the time, but when he dons that black winter coat, ohhhh I’m officially deceased.

“You’re not even wearing your coat!” He says the moment he comes out of the Refuse Room, obviously still mad from my earlier attempt to throw the trash.

He gave the helpers two weeks off for Christmas and New Year so we’ve been operating with just the both of us.