Tracy
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“You are doing it again,” Mr Federinn said, the smile lingering on his face.
I blinked, my eyes holding his gaze, watching the way he played with the sweet in his mouth, even though it made my heart race.
“You easily get nervous, and you blush so easily,” he said.
Instantly, my cheeks turned even redder, like I had been slapped with paint.
“But I don’t know why.” He glanced forward before dragging his gaze back to me. “And I intend to find out what makes you react this way.”
My heart lurched in my chest. What did that mean?
Mr Fredrinn flashed a smile. “Good night, see you tomorrow. Make sure you come early to work even if your father collapses this time.” His face gave that expression that he knew I was lying.
Embarrassment tugged at me as the street swallowed the car
