Choosing Between Love And Ambition

"Rus- Don't call me that!" Jolene tried to push the man away, but once again she failed. She didn't know why she always gets frail around this man.

"Why? If I'm 'farty', you're 'rusty'!" he smirked, but his eyes twinkled with curiosity, looking at her neatly made bun. "By the way, what did you do to your hair? It doesn't look rusty now," his hands gently traced her hair. 

Jolene closed her eyes, feeling the gentleness of the hand on her head. He is always this gentle with her. But he used to hate her in the past. 

With her eyes closed, memories of them fighting like crazy during their high school days popped up in her mind. She carried a flame for him back then and he didn't consider her a person of interest. 

He didn't demean her or humiliate her, but he never thought of her as his potential partner.

 "I just..."