ELENA's POV.
I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of chocolate biscuits filling my nostrils and making my stomach growl with hunger. I spend more silence, thinking by myself. I hate to think about my feelings and I hate them!
Love, love and love. I never meant that I hate "love". No. I just... I just can't control myself if I still keep thinking about it.
"Gotcha!"
I jumped in suprsised. I rub my chest to calm down. Ugh, Diane always makes me feel shock. I stared at a bouquet of flower that was held by Diane. "This flower is for you."
She gave at me. I smiled. "Who's give this?" I asked her.
She smirked at me. "The handsome guy. You are so lucky. But he didn't want to say his name."
"Why?"
"I don't know. But he said, he gave you a small card."
I raised my eyebrow and then, find a small card over a bouquet of flower.
The letter said, "Hey, miss strawberry. I hope you like it. :) You are so beautiful. Your profile picture was totally same with you. Hihi :p can I see you again?
Sincere,
Xxdark_dragon1654xX
I blinked twice. Does he here now?! How he could know my face? Oh, great. This is bad. I think this guy was probably strange!
"You know him?"Diane asked.
"No. Ah, it is strange."
Diane held my shoulder and whispers In my ear, "I think he likes you."
Then, she left.
I let out a deep sigh and go back to my work. Ah, my boss will yell at me if I'm not doing anything. So, I make two cups of cappuccino and put on two red velvet cake on a plate.
This is for Blake and his lovely fiancee. Duh, why should I do this for them.
"Hey, Tiara. Can you help me?"
She stopped her work and looked at me. "Yeah. What it is?"
"This. Number 2."I handed a tray at her. She takes it and give it to them. I just don't want to see their happiness. I'm not envying. I just can't see them.
I shouldn't have this feeling. What should I do now? I want to go home now. I want him to be by my side and.. I want to see his face right now. Am I looking like a dumb girl? I'm hopeless. Why I can't get anything that I want?
I look at the window. It's raining on the outside. Slowly, I looked at the rainwater flowing in the window.
Danielle's right hand takes the knife and a brownie chopping board. He is my best buddy after Blake. I think, he and Blake was almost same. Their eyes, hair and the way they treat me.
"Boo."
I always disturbed him when I'm getting boring. He giggles. His eyes were staring at me. "You don't have any work to do, huh?"
I shook my head. Oh, why he asked a stupid question to me. He already sees me that I'm doing nothing. He pinches my nose.
"How about, you write a story and then show to me?"he said.
I let out a sigh. "I'm lazy to write a story. Hey, Danielle. Do you think Blake still loves me?"
His hand stops from chopped."Ask him by yourself."
"I'm scared."
"Why?"
"Because he already has a fiancee."
"So?"
I laugh."Hey, are you okay? When I said his name you're moody."
"I'm not."
"Yes, you are." I stand behind him.
"No, I'm not."
"Prove it, jerk."
He put his hand on my shoulder. He was staring into my eyes. "Listen. There's no need to be jealous or whatever."he said then he is going back to his work.
"But I bet you like me." I said.
Danielle held his chest to calm his breathing. I was only embarrassing myself because said that he likes me. I didn't mean to make him feel so shocked, just like now.
"Elena. I don't even like you more than a friend. I already had a girlfriend and I love her."
"Love?"
"Yes, I love her so much more than she knew. I'm going to marry her one day."
"Marry?"
"Yeah. You know, this is the way to prove my love of her. And I'm not making a joke on her."
Love. Marry. If we love someone, marry is the best way to show our love to someone. But, I'm a girl. There's no way to show my love for him.
"So, I need to marry with Blake to show my love?"
Danielle giggle. " If you are a boy, you can do that. It's strange if a girl asks a boy to marry with her. Did he know that you love him?"
I shake my head. "He never knows about my feelings."
To be continued.
The more I want to do love shots, the more it seems like something else, but I have nothing to say about where I want to be.