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.

take out a big, red mango,

eyes lightening up as I look at the

before you

cuts a nice mango and hands it to

and why does it smell so good?” After eating half of it, I turn to Steven

to me from overseas, I don't 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 have

you can eat

say, giving the other

at me suspiciously, but eventually takes the mango

“It tastes really good.”

He praises.

I told you

mango is not enough for me, so I

another

feels like

keep looking

Song asks

I get the feeling that your lips are a little swollen than they were just now? Also,

little numb, and the sides of my lips

and those red

you allergic to mangoes?” I

alcohol, so the more I look at him,

was a kid, and