Plenty of Fish In The Sea

"Hey, Zaria. Um, I just want to.. you know, this.. er, I.. please keep this," A man in his early twenties hurriedly said and ran like a mouse who had got the cheese in its mouth with a cat chasing after him when he handed over the thing he had intended to give.

Zaria sighed.

She was getting tired of it. It was the third time already this week, and this did not feel like he would stop anytime soon. People had started to talk about it.

She had to make it clear that she was not looking for any sort of a relationship. Her heart only belonged to her childhood sweetheart.

"The poor guy is trying so hard to win your heart. Why don't you give him the chance? Is your heart made of real steel?" Janice Sartell, the woman who worked with Zaria on the same office desk, chirped.