"Will you do the honour of sharing this dance with me, Mr. Atticus?" I asked him again when he didn't reply to me.
Maybe he was just too shocked to react. Maybe he didn't expect me to ask him for a dance. But then again, I was as unexpected as his smile.
He kept staring at me. Like stars twinkling. For the first time, I saw him trembling; his fingers were shaking as he placed his hand on mine and a smile formed on my face. At least, it wasn't just me who shivered in this relationship. If it was even one. Professional relationship. It was a professional relationship. Yes.
But a boss doesn't dance with his secretary in ways you have danced before. A secretary doesn't take a damn bullet for her boss. A boss doesn't wrap his arms around his secretary and kisses her forehead. This was any
