He fooled himself into believing that they could be friends and Malachi had no intention of getting involved with her. Mia didn’t give up though and every day she arrived promptly at lunchtime with a basket in her arms.
“Thank you for lunch.” Malachi wiped his mouth with the paper napkin and leaned back in his seat.
“You need someone to look after you.” Mia winked at him and he pulled his mask back on. His stoic expression didn’t faze her one bit.
“No, I don’t.”
Mia smiled again and started gathering up the empty containers. Once she was done repacking her basket she sat down next to Malachi, their thighs touching. She leaned closer to him and closed her eyes.
“Mia … we agreed to be friends.” Malachi had moved away from her and he saw an expression of hurt in her eyes.
“I know … I’m
