Alice’s words stay on my mind all afternoon. I don’t want to think about it, after two years with Andrew, but maybe… maybe she was right. I work silently that afternoon, trying to focus and not think too much. After a while, though, I realize it’s past 3 pm… I should answer Mr. Hansel. I take a deep breath and send him a polite email to accept his invitation.
I wait a bit, but of course, no answer. He must be busy… Maybe I answered too late, too. How foolish of me.
I sigh, and answer the phone that just rang.
“Good afternoon, Ophelia speaking.”
“Do you have any food allergies?”
I jump, recognizing his voice immediately. Oh my gosh, Mr. Hansel?! No wonder I didn’t recognize the office number!
“No, sir…”
“Good. Do you have any food you dislike?”
“Not really...”
“Noted. Is 7pm
