Christian
She pulls her hand out of my grip. My heart winces and I try to reconcile myself. She's not wrong either.
"I hope you'll value my self esteem. Whenever I look at this apartment, I feel like I have done something in my life without any help from my friends and family. I just want to feel that way forever. Don't snatch it from me." She says
"I totally value it. But--- "
"Have freshened up?" She interrupts, clearing her throat and cleaning the counter. "I'll serve dinner"
"I'm done," I said. "Want me to help you?"
"No, you must be tired. Kane told me about the excessive work pressure in the company because of the shifting. I was watching a web series the entire day. Not so tired to serve you," she says, taking out the plates to serve food.
She works as a stress-buster to me.
