It was one of those evenings after gym when we were cooling down that the beau sat across me and started to grumble about his work, how his colleagues didn't finish their job properly and he got really fed up he felt like giving up.
"So? What are you going to do? Quit?"
"No, not now. I will look for a new job and then quit."
"But until then, what else can you do? Nothing right? Just concentrate on this one and try to blend in."
"I can't! I'm really fed up already."
"So you're quitting lah?"
I think my tone must've hurt him that we just remained silent for a few minutes.
That evening, after I got home, I sent him a message saying I'm already back. He replied saying he's sorry that he bothered me with his work, and that he just needed someone to talk to. I felt pangs of guilts.
"So so sorry dear. I should've just kept quiet and let my dear talk. Sorry dear, I'm a bad boyfriend. :("
But later on, when he came online on MSN, we started chatting again.
"Dear, you're not a bad boyfriend. I sensed that you're worried about me, and about my attitude towards my work. So you're not a bad boyfriend, you're a good boyfriend. *kiss icon*"
At times the beau really know how to talk.
Never know that. LOL
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