THE GIRL WHO CAN’T DATE
By Eleventh
CHAPTER 56: CRYPTIC POST
"I was curious. Really curious." - Ira P.
[SHOOT! Why is my heart beating too loud? Why am I panicking? Oh, IRA MICOLE, YOU ARE GOING CRAZY!]
“You look red. Are you okay?” Skye asked, putting his hand on Ira’s forehead.
Ira stepped back.
“Yes! I’m okay!”
“I’m not done unbuckling the strap.”
“It’s okay! I’ll do it myself.” Ira halted as she struggled in undoing the strap
“Let me hel--”
“HEEEP! STAY THERE! I’M GOOD!” she yelled putting her palms open in front of her to halt Skye from getting close. “I CAN DO THIS!”
An eternity later, Ira was successful in taking off the helmet. She handed it to Skye and ran inside the restaurant. The place was packed with people. Her colleagues were already seated and reading the menu when she got there. She sat on one of the empty seats and got the menu and her face flinched upon reading the list of food available.
"Seafood! Hnnnngg!" she quietly whimpered.