Amy
The next day, Jonas and I found ourselves sitting across from each other at a restaurant. He was talking animatedly about his work, but I couldn't bring myself to be interested in the conversation. My mind was still consumed by thoughts of Mr. Carlton and how I could win him over.
Jonas noticed my distant expression and the lack of engagement in my responses. He finally couldn't ignore it any longer and asked, "Amy, is there something bothering you?"
I sighed inwardly. How could I explain to Jonas that my priorities had shifted dramatically overnight? Still, I owed him an explanation. "It's just work, Jonas," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I've been swamped lately, and it's been stressing me out."
He frowned, concern etched on his face. "You know, Amy, you can always talk to
