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.

when I see him take

breakfast. I feel my eyes lightening up as I

one before you

nice mango and hands

good?” After eating half of it, I turn to Steven Song and

to be in the trunk, so I use the boxes for materials. If you like it, you can have more, since I don't eat it

can eat one. It's

other half

but eventually

“It tastes really good.”

He praises.

I told you

mango is not enough for me, so

another half to Steven

it feels like

you keep

Song asks me

than they were just now? Also, there seems to be

and the sides of

Song says, starting to scratch around his lips, and those red spots are becoming more

no, are you allergic

alcohol, so the more I look at him, the more

a mango once when I was a