"Noooo! You’re lying. He did not do that," Rosa retorted incredulously as I spilled the details about Christian and my office lunch date.
"Yes, he absolutely did," I affirmed. "The moment I delicately licked that sauce from the back of his hand, he seized my arm with a firm grip like this," I held my arm and theatrically mimicked his action, "and promptly whisked me out of the office, claiming he suddenly recalled an urgent client meeting that demanded his immediate attention. He even callously shut the door right at my face!!" Frustration dripped from my voice, emphasizing the sheer disbelief of the situation.
"He shut the door at your face?" she asked, her tone carrying a strange mix of amusement and approval, as if it were the most entertaining news she'd heard all day. "Wow! That's g
