Love Unspoken

Maya stormed into the café, where only a few customers were scattered around.

Quinn sat by the door, sipping coffee and playing on her phone.

Maya approached, glaring at Quinn.

"Are you ready?" Quinn asked, sensing her presence.

Maya plopped down across from her. "I'm hungry. Get me breakfast."

"What do you want?" Quinn asked.

"Whatever," Maya snapped. No matter what Quinn bought, she wouldn't be satisfied anyway.

"Are you sure?" Quinn confirmed.

Maya shot her an annoyed look. "Don't you understand? You're my assistant. Go get it!"

"Alright," Quinn said, putting down her phone and grabbing the menu. She ordered a fruit salad from the café owner.

Maya frowned. "You're getting it from here?"

"Didn't you say whatever?" Quinn retorted.

Maya was left speechless.

Soon, the fruit salad arrived. Just looking at it made Maya feel full.

"It's almost noon, and you bring me this? What are you thinking?" Maya demanded.

Quinn stared at her. "What are you waiting for? I don't want this. Get something else!" Quinn sighed, pulled out a voice recorder, and played back their conversation. Maya's face turned red. "You recorded me?"

"It's just a work recording," Quinn said. "If you don't want this, what do you want?"

Maya felt like she was losing control. Grabbing her bag, she stormed out. "I'm not eating!"

Quinn looked regretfully at the salad.

By the time they reached the filming location, it was noon. Ronald and the others had gone to eat, and the props were still in the car.

The third team knew Maya's personality well. If she didn't come to work, everyone else would choose to take a break too.

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5s.org to catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! "Looks like they're at lunch. See you in the afternoon," Quinn said, checking her phone.

Maya grabbed her. "Where are you going?"

"Off work," Quinn replied calmly.

"Who said you could leave? You're my assistant, and I haven't eaten yet!" Maya fumed.

Quinn pulled her hand away. "I'm your assistant, not your servant. After work hours, your problems aren't mine."

"Quinn!" Maya gritted her teeth, eyes burning with anger.

Quinn ignored her. "I came at nine. You dawdled until now. Everyone else is off work. That's not my fault. If you want to eat something, just figure it out yourself." With that, she walked away, leaving Maya alone by the roadside.