Mistaken Identity.

n's suggestion, adamant abou

hinking that any sane person would jump at the chance to be

ed. If it weren't for this gentleman's reser

t mean, fate

to just roll with it an

someone who had been flirting with others and

, I followed John into the room. As I walked down the h

the door, I realized I

d two beds.

d I resist the temptation

om and told me he was going out for

t, so I told him no.

eing polite by as

turned on the TV. Watching the boring

yes again, it was

embarrassed by ho

er the covers; everythin

ok at John, who was also aw

ere was a hint of aw

re's some stuff I bought for you yesterday on

lked over to the table,

ies, skincare products, a brand-new bea

him with a

wasn't sure if they'd fit. You we

re products on the table. I didn't feel like saying anything at all

th, "Thank you, Mr. Howe. How much were th

expect you to pay me back. They're a gif

le talking to a handsome guy, I quickly gr

time in there, fixi

tion to repay him again. John ignored

told me to pack up so

ch growled with hunger, and John handed me a pack of cookies, mysteriously

rough all this trouble, let him

at of the car, munch

topped at the restaurant where we had planned

be a setup, there was no way

o breakfasts an

; we just sat there

Alina, let's add each other on WhatsApp?" I almost choked on my burger.

phone," he said with a smile th

ut my hand moved fa

ace and deliberately showed

ode, I quickly received

dots. Those must be the message

n awkwar

, his chin tilted up,

Mr. Howe," I bega