"Nothing… I just remember something," he sighed and looked at her like he was so bored and that her existence doesn't matter, "Miss Patterson, this is Gary's future we’re talking about; surely, he is your friend, and you care about him?" Chase’s keen eyes had noted all her little defence mechanisms: the way her lips had pursed, the tension in her shoulders, the buttoning of the jacket. "You wouldn’t want to write it off in a five-minute summary just because you happen to have a hot date for the evening, would you?"
"Oh God, I don’t have a hot date. I merely promised my son to rewatch his favourite movie!"
The words left her mouth before she could drag them back, and it was no big deal, but she still felt suddenly vulnerable and exposed. Her cheeks were burning as curious eyes lingered on
