Liam looked at me curiously. I offered him a weak smile and returned to the call, keeping my voice down this time.
"What did he want?" I whispered harshly.
"He just looked around our office a little. Didn't ask for assistance, didn't ask for you."
I frowned. What the hell was he up to?
"Yes. I can send you the CCTV footage if you want."
"Please." There was no way my father just happened to pass by and decided to have a harmless look around. There was nothing harmless about that man.
"Alright. That's all I wanted to tell you. He seemed a little weird so I thought I should give you a heads up."
"Thank you." I hung up and found Liam still staring at me.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
I sighed. "Trust me. You don't wanna know."
"Then why did I ask?"
I blinked at him, not knowing what to say. "It's just some work stuff."
His gaze searched mine. "You can tell me, you know. I probably wouldn't understand but it'd help to just get it off your chest."
Hearing the tender concern in his voice, I almost caved.
When he looked at me with those eyes, I'd give him anything he wanted.
A cold breeze blew past us at that moment and I sneezed. Oops.
The whole intense eye contact thing we had going on was over.
Liam looked away for a split second before turning back toward me, already taking off his jacket. "You should really start wearing a jacket when you're out. Stop stealing mine."
I smiled thinking back to his other jacket still hanging in my closet.
"It's not stealing if you give it to me," I countered with lesser kick than usual, because I was actually cold. The incident with my father was forgotten, thankfully.
He draped the fabric over me and I hugged it close to my body. "Thank you."
"You're gonna catch a cold at this rate. I'm not always around to give you my jacket."
Somehow, those words had my heart sinking a little. I didn't respond, not knowing what to say.
We continued walking in peaceful silence, but the sight of the cherry blossoms was too much. I couldn't hold it in. Such pretty pink petals. And so soft.
"Oh my god, it's beautiful," I whispered.
"Yeah." Liam sounded equally awestruck.
"I think I'm in love with Japan."
"Yeah?" I turned to look at Liam. "What's your favourite thing about Japan?"
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Picture PerfectShort Story
One week. Three shows. Liam Greyson. That was what Brooklyn Hart agreed to, not fall in love with Hollywood's Golden Boy. Too bad her heart didn't get the memo. extended synopsis inside. cover by @cosettetapes