Leg sprain
"Riya's point of view,"
After grabbing my clothing from the trolley bag, I went to the restroom.
My outfit comprised blue jeans and a cherry red blazer. Because I couldn't put a cap on my head in a ponytail, I parted my hair and wore it down.
I left the room wearing brown boots and headed to the restaurant.
When I saw the mountains, I felt at ease, and many others from the office had already arrived at the restaurant.
After placing my meal on the plate, I sat in a chair in the corner.
I despised having useless discussions with strangers. That isn't the case. I'm not conceited, but I despise being embroiled in office gossip.
As he sat in the empty chair in front of me, Ashish remarked, "Wao, someone looks so hot in this freezing weather."
I said timidly, "Shut up, Ashish."
"Riya, when did you first blush?" He inquired, his gaze falling on my pink cheeks.
I said angrily to him, "I don't want to talk to you; just leave."