~{JOY'S POV}~
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"Are you scared of touching me?"
His question kept echoing in my head and when I felt the stares from my coworkers, especially the manager, I quickly responded.
"Not at all, I'm just being careful. Most of my clients don't like being touched which is why I stick to feather-like touches," I explained while resuming what I was doing.
"That's understandable but it's your job and they should be ready for it," he thoughtfully said but I didn't respond to it.
Once I was done, we exchanged a few words before I left him with the manager to begin working on his outfit. My job was to style the outfit the way it should be before sending it to the tailors to get it sewn.
"You seem nervous and it's very unlike you. Have you met him somewhere?" William whispered that to my ear and I glanced at him before shaking my head like I had been caught red-handed.
"You're lying," he bluntly said and I scoffed, "I'm not."
