"How will I give you suggestions? I don't know a thing about it, Nelson, " said Iris.
"Oh, there's a girl at our restaurant, Annalise Martin. I overheard her confessing her love for me to her friends one day. I've been rude to her after that. I thought she was the gold-digger type. She brought out the worst in me and I lashed out at her daily. She left the job but I convinced her to rejoin. Now when I've realized that I've fallen for her, she wouldn't give me a chance. She claims to have moved on," said a worried Nelson.
"Are you on talking terms with her?" asked Iris. Nelson shook his head.
"Then talk to her. Clear your misunderstandings first. Tell her that you care," suggested Iris. Nelson nodded. Annalise hadn't even given him a chance to clear the misunderstandings. She just disapp
