After Fiona King patted her hand, Sharon Sterling reflexively pulled out a sanitizing wipe and scrubbed it.
Seeing Sharon Sterling's reaction, Fiona King paused. "What are you doing? Afraid I'll infect you?"
"No... My hand was just a little dirty..." Sharon Sterling said evasively.
Fiona King pouted, feeling a little displeased. "Don't worry, I'm almost better. I won't get you sick. You don't have to be so cautious."
Sharon Sterling glanced at the snot-filled tissues on Fiona King's desk and her nose, red from constant wiping, and felt inwardly disgusted.
'Has this idiot never heard that you're most contagious right when you're about to get over a cold?'
"Oh, Fiona~ Don't get the wrong idea. I'm definitely not trying to avoid you."
Even though Sharon Sterling was disgusted, she still placated Fiona King.
