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An idiot of a man he was. A fool.
Zaraganba's heels clicked furiously as he stormed down the hallway, barely registering Melissa's attempt to greet him while fumbling with the collar of his tousled shirt.
He was better than this, thought he was, anyway. Zara always prided himself in his composure and rationale, both of which he'd seemed to have lost after one fling. It's unlike him to be caught in something so unprofessional. He should stop, he knows better, yet he keeps going back, drawn in like a moth to a flame.
He finds purchase in the cool midday air.
He can't be acting like this, like he's back in high school sick to his stomach over a crush. His heart won't stop pounding as he rests against the wall. How could he let someone rile him up so much? Contemplating every decision that led to this, his phone blips with a notification.
”See you tonight. 𖹭 ”
She's gonna kill him for sure. It's only a matter of time.