Being just friends seemed harmless enough.
I took the card, a genuine sense of relief washing over me, and we actually began to relax, truly enjoying our meal and conversation.
To my surprise, talking with Hank became genuinely pleasant. I didn't dislike him at all. In fact, having such a kind, understanding friend seemed rather appealing.
After dinner, Hank insisted on driving me home. I waited at the restaurant entrance while he fetched his car from the parking lot.
"Claire?" A familiar voice, edged with a strange mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite decipher, called from behind me.
I turned to see my supervisor, Gary Ackerman, his expression uncharacteristically keen.
"Manager! Are you here for dinner too?" I asked, surprised by the coincidence.
Just then, Lucius
