Chapter 3Later that afternoon, the first of the flowers arrived.
The rest of lunch had been as uncomfortable as Daniel could have made it. Kar, however, kept prattling on, talking about his family in Jersey, places he liked to visit around the globe, and his favorite foods in U.S. cities. Daniel hoped—in vain—that relegating his responses to one-word answers would deter his talkative lunch companion.
“So, your side of the lunch consisted of ‘Yes,’ ‘No,’ and ‘Daniel’?” asked Sury, unable to hide her growing smile.
Daniel cringed. “He kept calling me Dany,” he said with an exaggerated shutter.
Sury laughed and tweaked Daniel’s nose. “I think it’s kind of cute,” she said. “And so is this.” Her fingers slipped along the petal of a red rose that bore a not-so-subtle resemblance to the sketc
