CHAPTER SEVENTY: THE NEW CLEANER

~MAE~ “Are you the new cleaner?” Those were the words that jolted me back to reality. I was startled, and I sighed when I saw a fair lady cladding in uniform. I never returned to George's room, just like I intended to. Instead, I ended up imagining things. Imagination isn't dumb at times. If I return to the room, will he do the same thing I'd imagined? He hates me now; of course, I wasn't ready to face him. “You're dumb?” the fair lady's voice came again, and I sighed, furrowing my brows to lock eyes with her. “I’m not the new cleaner, and I'm not dumb," I said. I didn't sound polite, nor did I sound rude. “Oh, sorry then,” she apologized with a smile. I didn't see it necessary. “But.. you've been thinking for over twenty minutes. Are you sure you're fine?” he asked, and I gasped. The imagination was that long?!! “Yes, I'm fine,” I managed to say, and she only spared me a final glance before walking away. I immediately remembered I had nothing and couldn't return to George's