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ANXIETY
THEA
I placed my hand over heart as soon as Benedict stepped out of the elevator and left. For some reason, my heart was beating like crazy. I couldn't deny it, I was so surprised that he asked me out for lunch today and how he said he would always make time for me.
C'mon even if I tell myself not to get swooned by him, I couldn't personally stop myself from feeling this way. My heart, my poor poor heart. I hope you are okay. Just hang in there, you'll beat normally again later on.
But Benedict's always sending me mixed signals. Firstly, he would say something ridiculously sweet that knocks me off my feet but then right after it, he gives me reasons which is related to work.
But then, that's good. It's good that he specifies everything that this is all for work. Him coming
