Anu;
Zane walks out of the kitchen and into the livingroom, and I follow him without meaning to.
I don't know when I started doing that, but it's a habit I'm just noticing.
Following him when I feel uncertain. Like, being around him somehow equals safety.
He reaches the door, and I stop in the middle of the living room with my arms folded over my chest as I watch.
When he opens the door, an elderly man, I presume to be one of his workers, is standing there, holding a medium-sized carton box.
"Sir," the man greets respectfully, and I tilt my head to get a better view from where I'm standing.
"A delivery rider just dropped this off. Said it's for Miss Anu." The man informs, and I freeze.
"For Anu?" Zane questions, obviously confused, and the man nods.
"Yes, sir."
Zane looks back at me, and I quickly lift my shoulders and shake my head in disagreement.
"I didn't order anything," I whisper, and his brows knit together immediately.
