Ch-8 : TEMPERATURE CHECK...?!?

As Amy wandered slowly through the house, she felt sharp pain whenever she walked casually, so she moved with great care. Eventually, she made her way to the balcony, hoping the fresh air might clear her mind and ease her discomfort. Leaning against the railing, she stared out at the morning sky, her thoughts filled with questions about the events from the night before.

Then, she heard rustling beside her and turned her head to investigate the noise. To her surprise, she saw a young man sleeping on the balcony. As she observed him more closely, she noticed he was remarkably handsome—his features seemed almost too perfect to be real. His eyebrows were meticulously shaped, and his face and chin had a sculpted appearance that exuded a sense of purity and grace.

Amy felt a sense of awe, thinking he looked like an angel. For a moment, she was captivated by his peaceful presence. Allen shifted slightly in his sleep, which startled Amy. She quickly backed away to avoid waking him, not wanting to find herself in an awkward situation or feel embarrassed later. In her haste, she felt a sharp pain and stumbled, falling to the ground.

The noise disturbed Allen, causing him to wake up. When Amy noticed him stirring, she blushed, thinking about how awkward it would be for him to find her on the ground.

Allen saw Amy lying on the floor with a red face and assumed she must be struggling to get up or that she was unwell. He got up quickly and asked, "Amy, are you okay?" His voice was filled with concern.

Amy was surprised that the stranger knew her name, as she didn't immediately recognize him. She managed to reply, "Ye... Yeah! I'm fine." Allen let out a sigh of relief.

Noticing Amy's questioning expression, Allen asked, "Is there anything you want to ask me?"

Amy nodded, gathering her thoughts. "Were you the one who saved me?"

"Yes," Allen replied, as if he were speaking to someone he already knew.

Amy followed up with, "Have we ever met this summer?"

"Yes, we did," Allen confirmed.

"We did?" Amy's voice was soft as she tried to recall their previous encounter.

"Yeah, yesterday at the Koffee Cafe," Allen explained, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Oh, so you were a customer?" Amy asked, trying to make sense of the situation.

Allen chuckled at the thought. "No, I'm your colleague."

"Really?" Amy asked, her face turning red with embarrassment as she processed the information.

Seeing her reaction, Allen walked closer to check on her and offer support. He knew she wasn't fully recovered from the night before, and he wanted to ensure she was comfortable and cared for. As he approached, he noticed her blushing even more, and he smiled reassuringly, trying to ease any discomfort she might feel.