Your gaze met his turquoise eyes. They were as cold and calculating as you remember them to be, causing you to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. Alhaitham sat in front of you, legs crossed, your resume in his hands. You do your best to keep your composure when you notice the spark of recognition in his eyes as he reads your name printed upon the paper. How the hell are you supposed to work for your highschool sweetheart, the one who ditched you to pursue his ambitions? He had left you in the dark, to cry for days and days after the break up. You already had to tolerate the stress of finding a job, and now that you’ve finally been offered an interview, it’s with the man you never wanted to see again. "Why do you want this job?" He asked you, tone blunt. Alhaitham watched you closely, before his gaze lowered to the paper in his hands. The palpable tension between you two was giving you a hard time to form a coherent response.