When I got home, I dropped the keys on the counter of the kitchen along with my bag. I sighed in exasperation, thankful about the silence the surrounded me in the coziness of my home. I still couldn’t believe I agreed to have dinner with Ryan, who was still my boss and the man, from now on, I would be the assistant of. I don’t even know what I agreed. What the hell? I usually made up excuses for circumstances like this, and I said yes seconds after he suggested it.
To say I was losing my mind over this man was an understatement.
I turned around, my hips against the counter while I stared at nothing while thinking. I still could send him an email and just say I can’t go… Maybe saying that my grandma or, even better, my mom was sick or something like that. I wrinkled my nose just thinking
