Days passed and training was over.
we no more sit together and I know she got followers.
I tried to concentrate but her comments on me were like a stover.
I always had questions to ask tried to compress everything behind a mask.
Wait, Did she just wink at me!! Am I again in a wine cask.
Are you checking me out? was the question. With a “No” I basked.
Every time I look away from my screen, not to make a eye contact was a task.
I prayed. “Give me the strength to handle her cuteness or just don’t make it staid and Rash.