In My Desperate Time

“Why are you waiting for me?”

Steven Song goes to the trunk in silence and takes out two boxes.

He hands me one of the boxes.

The box is pretty heavy, and I don’t know what is in it.

“Let's go.”

Steven Song says as he leads me inside, “Donny told me about what happened yesterday when you came downstairs so of course I am going to help you too. I found that you were late for work this morning, so I got a chance to help you. Otherwise it would be really hard for you to survive in this company.”

“Thanks.” I say softly, feeling sincere gratitude for Steven Song.

Thanks to his help, otherwise other employees would really think that I have affairs with Steven, course recently I am always come to work late and leave early.

When colleagues see Steven and I carrying stuff upstairs together, they all think we were going shopping for company. They just give me a glance and go back to doing their own things.

It seems that Steven Song's trick really worked.

After carrying the box up the stairs, I am ready to leave.

But Steven Song stops me.

“Don't be in a hurry to leave.”

Then Steven Song opens one box and the rich scent of mangoes comes out.

Yum.

and when I see him take out a big, red mango, I

have breakfast. I feel my eyes lightening up as I look at

before you

Song cuts a nice mango

it smell so good?” After

know, I don't usually eat this stuff. It happens to be in the trunk, so I use the boxes for materials. If you like it, you can

can eat one.

the other

suspiciously, but eventually takes

“It tastes really good.”

He praises.

right? I told you it was

enough for me, so I pick up another

give another half

like

you keep looking at

Song asks me

little swollen than they

my mouth a little numb, and the sides of my lips begin to itch,

to scratch around his lips, and those red spots

are you allergic to mangoes?” I

alcohol, so the more I look at him, the more I think his symptom

eating a mango once when I was a kid, and nothing happened