You’re smarter than this guy, Ahnia, I tell myself. He’s a stranger, and engaged, and you have no right to have feelings for him or take serious your daydreams, and especially no right to play into whatever strange fixation he has for you.
“Get to why you’re here this early in the morning. No lies this time. You knew I’d be here, didn’t you?”
“Are you saying you’ve been coming here on purpose . . . as bait for me?” I ask and shovel another bite in my mouth.
He shrugs and lifts a questionable brow. I swallow the mouthful of cheesecake that’s rolling around on my tongue with a gulp. After which I force myself to match his wit. If he wants to play this game, then so be it.
“For your information, Mac, I’m meeting my financial advisor.” I take a third bite, eating like the poor, hungry girl
