Bella was usually stuck up and demanding. Her father always gave in to her whims. The latest technology, clothes, and makeup were the only things she would accept.

The girl wasn't sure what it was about you, but you were another thing that she wanted. Even if you were 'poor' and middle class.

You weren't sure how she had gotten your message ID but now she would text and call constantly. Sometimes Bella even came into the office under the pretense of visiting her father to see you.

She handed you a bento box and smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I brought you lunch."