85: The Problem

I stood up still, looking at him. I don't know if I should turn around or talk to him while he was wearing that kind of thing. Actually, there is nothing wrong with the apron, but it's too small for him, causing his biceps, even his abs to show which I didn't intend to see.

I don't think I can even look at him, so I just decided to look straight in his eyes, no, on his forehead. Trying to avoid my gaze down there, that part where I don't need to see.

"Hey." He called my attention once again when he saw that I was just standing in front of him. Not even moving my feet.

"Yes, Sir?" I tried to make myself calm before answering so I won't stutter.

His face began to turn again in his normal, where he did not even have a reaction. Just a mere poker face it is. He gazed at the window where I was looking earlier and then looked back at me once again.

"I thought you were going to jump there," he said. I frowned, why would I? That's lame. "Go downstairs, Kaye is waiting for you." Once he said