(Arata)
With eyes closed, I was lost in smelling Camellia and Christmas roses from the bouquet when someone crept right close to me. He began asking personal questions about the kind of relationship Karsten and I shared.
The words stung, poisonous and deep. Pain erupted on my face as my eyes sharply opened and automatically went to the man seated opposite me, responsible for this heartbreak.
Karsten's expression had gone from smooth to raging in a second as he sent a death stare towards the reporter who had sneaked into the restaurant to get himself some story for Christmas.
"Don't you have anything better to do than sneak up on people in their free time?" Karsten asked, glaring at the man with his hands tightly fisted. I knew he was barely containing himself.
The man shamelessly smiled. "Just a few questions. I won't take much of your time and a few pictures." The phone in his hand turned towards me as he clicked, and I knew he had taken a picture without my permission.
