"You look like I am committing something illegal," I chuckled as Mr. Zahn drove me home after we went grocery shopping together.
He had been giving me the stink eye ever since I mentioned my plans with my colleagues for the evening. His frown seemed to deepen as we drove on.
"I thought we could have dinner together, Amelia," he said with a hint of disappointment. "I promised to make you steak - a three-course meal, remember?" He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "How could you forget that?"
I nodded, "I didn't forget, really. It just has to wait for another time, that's all," I said, not understanding what was so wrong with postponing the dinner. "I don't go out with my colleagues every day, you know."
He tightened his grip around the steering wheel, "You don't go out with me e
