He turns 18 today. I'm still 16. But today is his bit day.

We have been working together for 1 month.

He doesn't talk. Barely do, he is a quiet one. All he does here is read while I play with our old vintage piano.

" I don't get it "He murmured

I stop playing the song I made and listen to his melodic voice talk.

" I work here with you or for you for a long time, and you have never, never ask me why I'm here working why is that ?" he asks

Actually, I asked why. His parents are loaded rich, his dad a CEO of some famous company.

Him having a job was stupid.

But I wasn't stupid and a stalker I can take a hint.

"It's normal you know to wish to be normal," I said

And after that, we never talked again for the rest of the day.

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"Here, " he shoves me a piece of paper.

His birthday invitation

"You should come, you own your place "

I didn't say anything, I was at daze. I was invited, at his party. no one ever gets invited to his party. But how could I?

"Why me?" I ask him

His eyes search mine, his face hard, this was like perfect.

Just like him

"I don't know ... I just did it "

His excuse suck.

But it will do.

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I wore a red light dress.

R E D was his favorite color.

So was black and white.

I straightened my hair, wore natural makeup. I even did my stupid nail.

I went overboard.

And I didn't care if I was overdressed or if I was underdressed.

All I cared was of him

For him

He had my full attention since day 1.