*Lily*
I was up early that morning, thinking about how my friend Farrah had talked me into dinner with her boyfriend's friend the night before. She'd been excited when I'd talked about my apartment and the business arrangement with William, though I'd downplayed the part about the date.
“How did it go?" she had asked me.
“Well, I thought it went okay, but now I'm wondering if it was all in my head–the attraction, the romance part. He might be just looking out for me. He probably heard through Eva that I needed a place. He likes my art. I can't lie, I'm disappointed."
“With the age difference and him being Eva's father, it's probably for the best."
My chest caved with the realization. I knew she was right. “I haven't thanked him yet or spoken to him. What do you think I should do?"
