HERMIONE
I fiddle with the small wad of paper in my hand, my eyes narrowed and my mouth twisted in contemplation.
I'm sitting back in my chair, weighing my options regarding the scrap I'm holding. I had retrieved it from the waste bin when I returned home from work, and since then, it's been in my possession.
There's no logical explanation for my actions, as I've already decided to keep Aiden Mendes at arm's length.
Unless my mother arranges another date between us, I'm not willing to reconnect with him. However, I had gone back for the paper and discovered that I had missed his contact details written on the back the first time I checked it. Now, I'm hesitant to give him a call.
My answer is clear: I've chosen to maintain distance. He would have gotten the message behind my silence
