Zane
“You’ll let me know? How are you going to do that if I don’t have your number?” I asked Gina.
“Hmmm… that might be an issue. Since it already seems like you’re kind of stalking me, how do I know you won’t stalk me if I give you my phone number?” Gina replied, casually cutting her food.
I laughed. “Well, it’s about trust. You just have to trust that I’m not going to stalk you… even though I kind of am.”
Gina looked up from her lunch, studying me carefully before speaking.
“You’re right. Giving someone your phone number is about trust. I really don’t know you, other than you’re Mario’s son, you’re Greek, and you work here at Preston Enterprises—though I don’t know which department since you never said. But since you’re in the employee cafeteria, I assume you work here. They probabl
