  &quot;What is it?&quot;
  He shook his head. &quot;You might run away again,&quot; He chuckled humorlessly.
  Those words sparked a conflicting curiosity within me. I wanted to know, yet after hearing him say that, I also didn't want to know.
  &quot;Is it that bad?&quot;
  &quot;I think it's disastrous. You might have a different opinion. I don't know if it's good or bad. It sometimes feels so good and right and sometimes just wrong and horrible.&quot;
  We didn't say anything for a few more minutes during which we exchanged glances at each other and stares when we thought the other wasn't looking.
  &quot;Good night, Juliet.&quot;
  Without any further words, he disappeared behind his door and I was left standing alone in the hallway.
  I entered my own room, my head reeling from what just happened.
  Now I definitely understood that we should put a lot of space between us.
  Ethan h

  The next day itself, I got to work. I assumed it would take me at least two days to set things up.
  I was going to throw a surprise party for Keith where I would invite his whole family.
  I decided that the best venue for that would be the Jenson's huge garden. No one actually visited the garden a lot aside from Keith and I and the gardeners who took care of it.
  I told my dad about my plan, telling him all the reasons about why we should throw this party. To make him say yes, I told them that it was also like a little appreciation party for all the cooks and the kitchen staff, although it was mainly for Keith's birthday but he didn't need to know that. To my happiness, he said that he couldn't make time for this appreciation party and I told him that I'd replace him and be the host. No one was actually interested in hosting the 'appreciation party' which made me a little upset beca

  After breakfast I intended to confront Ethan once and for all but Mr. Jenson's voice stopped me. He beckoned me to his office.
  When I stepped in, he was at his desk, working. For a second, I could actually picture Ethan in his place - old but still dedicated to his work.
  &quot;Juliet. What have I been hearing about you from Ethan? You went to his workplace and stayed there the whole day?&quot; He asked as soon as I took a seat in front of him.
  My smile dropped and my eyes widened as I realised Ethan blabbed about me to him.
  &quot;Why did you do that? He complained to me that he found your presence intruding and uncomfortable. What's your explanation?&quot;
  &quot;I-I,&quot; I stammered and blushed. I hadn't expected him to tell Mr. Jenson everything like a little kid would do to his parent. &quot;I felt like he was avoiding me purposefully with the excuse of work. I tried seve

&quot;What is it?&quot;
  He shook his head. &quot;You might run away again,&quot; He chuckled humorlessly.
  Those words sparked a conflicting curiosity within me. I wanted to know, yet after hearing him say that, I also didn't want to know.
  &quot;Is it that bad?&quot;
  &quot;I think it's disastrous. You might have a different opinion. I don't know if it's good or bad. It sometimes feels so good and right and sometimes just wrong and horrible.&quot;
  We didn't say anything for a few more minutes during which we exchanged glances at each other and stares when we thought the other wasn't looking.
  &quot;Good night, Juliet.&quot;
  Without any further words, he disappeared behind his door and I was left standing alone in the hallway.
  I entered my own room, my head reeling from what just happened.
  Now I definitely understood that we should put a lot of space between us.
  Ethan had some sort of proximity problem with me. He liked to be close to me in a way friends shoul

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