"I don't discuss these matters while at work, Engineer. If you'll excuse me." August stepped forward when Flynn discreetly grabbed her hand.
"I've waited all these years for things to work for us, August." He whispered. "I can't let you slip away this time. If I have to beg or go down on my knees to get you back, I would." He said as he moves to bend his left knee but she panicked and screamed.
"NO!"
The people in front of them turned to see her holding Flynn's arms with both of her hands and trying to pull him up. She blushed, feeling embarrassed and saw Charlie's mouth dropped open.
"What's going on?" Engineer Lancer asked her with a creased forehead.
She lets go of Flynn's arm as he smoothly fixed his coat. "Sorry. It's my fault. Shall we head back and have lunch?"
The people agreed and she sighed soundly while waiting for Charlie to scold her. "What was that all about?" He asked, more curious than upset.
She forced a smile. "N—Nothing. Just talking about what was discussed by Engineer Lancer."
"You seem close though. And I happen to see this on the file they sent earlier today." He opens his tablet and showed her a file of photos she took five years ago.
Augustine P.
Those initials were below each photo taken. "Did you work with him when you were still his student?"
"Uh—yes. Something like that. And he's a regular at the coffee shop I used to work at."
"Ah, that explains it then. Come on. I'm starving."
Oh, dear God! I thought I've already graduated from this!
Just a week ago, she lectured Gabi's older brother about lying to people and here she is, doing the same thing over again because of the same person!
Is this some kind of refresher course?! Or more like a back subject?!
••••••
It's seven in the evening.
Despite the busy hours at work after visiting the site earlier that day, she still remembered Flynn's invitation to have dinner.
I'll be waiting.
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