With a blank mind, I stand in front of all the messes the juices had made. A cold catches me from my nape causing me to turn a little light-headed. I bow my head low, not because I want to keep my eyes on the floor, I am just too timid to raise my head and look at Jamie’s face. He had a bad day. Being insulted by his employee in front of the clients isn't just any small matter that the boss can get over easily. One cup of ristretto is the only thing that is simple enough to make him a little less angry, just one cup of ristretto will do… But I failed to get it for him. And now, just by my third day at work, for the second time I manage to cause a big mess in his office, staining the floor and the carpet, the furniture and the decorations nearby, and the both of

Not knowing how many hours has passed, I wake up again. The sky has completely turned dark when the hands of the clock strike ten. Vaguely, I hear my doorbell keep buzzing. That must be what pulled me out of my dream valley. “Coming...” With a hoarse voice I answered, though knowing that the person standing behind the door won’t be able to hear me. I take my time to separate myself and the comfortable couch. I stand up with my sore legs and walk to the door. I look through the peephole and find Victor standing right outside the door with his hands hidden behind his back. “Victor?” 

Okay. That is not what I see coming. I think I’ll just have to make up some excuse now, quick. Something like, because I want to help the person I like? No. That’s too obvious, and it makes me sound like I mind him too much. Or something like, because I am just curious about how the meetings look like? No. That makes me sound like I couldn’t care less. Why don’t I come up with something in the middle? Like… “Because I feel insecure when you leave the office.” Hah! Alrighty girl! That's what I’m walking about! Now that makes me sound like I prefer to

Looking at Justin’s black face, I suddenly stop chewing the beef in my mouth. Trying to figure out what he is looking at, I bow my head and look at myself. I check myself up. Something below my face huh? If there is anything below my face that can probably catch his attention, it should be my huge breasts. Is he looking at my breasts? I wonder. Although men like to look at breasts, Justin doesn’t seem to be like one of that kind. I am not certain, but I just can’t seem to have him related to that kind of man. In my opinion, he is always behaving appropriately and decently. If he is not looking at my breasts, what is he looking at then? Trying to obtain an answer to my doubt, “What?” I a

It has been such an enjoyable afternoon I spent at Los Alimentos with Justin, aside from the chaos of course. We return to Minerva right after lunch. I’m now in Jamie’s office giving it a slight tidy up. I clean the couch, wipe the coffee table, sweep the floor, brush the shelves and decorations a little; I keep the stationeries at where they should be, stack the documents up accordingly, wipe the laptop screen, brush the keyboard, clean the table, wash his mug and refill it with ristretto. Just when the office and I are all prepared to welcome Jamie again, Jamie suddenly returns. Now that is a good timing. “Welc