Following the information, Boma desperately sought a solution.
The lunchtime rendezvous took place in the quaint restaurant.
Donovan had chosen a discreet corner, perhaps to ensure privacy or maybe to shield their conversation from members of his fraternity.
As Boma joined him at the table, the low hum of conversations and clinking cutlery surrounded them. Despite the seemingly casual setting, Donovan wasted no time reiterating his former declaration.
"I hope you heard what I said before I left the car," he stated, his eyes searching hers as if for a daring reaction. He was fully prepared to counter such.
Boma, acutely aware of the eyes of other diners, nodded solemnly. "But I hope we don't have to- to do anything" she said, her voice hushed to match the private nature of their con
