Chapter 2: I'm Introverted

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12:00 P.M

LUNCH BREAK

I decided to grab a quick bite at the cafe down the street. I then called Ziana to ask if she wanted anything.

---ON A CALL---

Me: Hey Zi.

Ziana: Hey sis. On lunch?

Me: Yep. I am going to the cafe down the street. Do you need something?

Ziana: The regulars, please.

Me: Roger. Anything else?

Ziana: Could you please pass by the shops and buy some hot chocolate?

Me: The powder one?

Ziana: Yes, please.

Me: Okay, I will make sure to buy it. Let me go buy it now.

Ziana: (gasps) During your lunch break?!

Me: Yeah.  Why?

Ziana: Don't you eat with your colleagues during lunch?

Me: Like I have friends here.

Ziana: Did you take your introverted personality to the workplace?

Me: It's a part of me. I have always been like this since I was young. Earphones are my comfort object.

Ziana: I must say though, it is good to do that.

Me: You are not being sarcastic right?

Ziana: Not this time. I feel like it's good - pity that people don't value an introverted person to be normal.

Even here at work - it is as if one is mentally abnormal or something.

Me: Yeah. I mean there's nothing wrong with being introverted, just as there's nothing wrong with being single.

Ziana: Ah, the pressure is starting to rise again, am I right?

Me: On a full swing, I will share the full details when I get home later today.

Ziana: Please spill the ENTIRE office tea!

Me: Naughty Ziana! I will. Let me go, I will see you later.

Ziana: Okay sis! See ya later!

This naughty little sister of mine.

Me: Bye.

Ziana: Byee!

---END OF CALL---

After I dropped Ziana's call, I then went into my car and drove to the cafe down the street to place Ziana and I's order. Next, I drove to the Cybric Food Wholesale to buy the hot chocolate that Ziana asked, to which I bought two because who doesn't like anything chocolatey?

I drove back to work, stayed in my car, and scrolled through my phone until I heard a knock on my window.

It was Nathan.

I rolled my window.

Me: Nathan?

Nathan: Liana, hey.

Me: Hey... you need me?

Nathan gestures his hand for me to come out.

Me: You want me to come out of the car?

Nathan: Please come out Liana.

Me: Geez... okay, okay!

I closed the window, went out of the car, and locked it.

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