"I'm sure you did," he says, his expression softening as he turns to face her. "You have to be clear with men like him."
"I was very clear. I've said no. I've blocked his number. I've said no, again," she sighs.
His brow furrows. "Would you like to make an official complain to HR?"
She shakes her head. "God no. I'm already causing everyone enough trouble. Thank you for your help."
"If he gives you any more trouble, I want you to call my number. I live nearby and I'm assuming you do too?" he asks, already taking her hand and writing his number down on the palm of her hand. It's something people at her Nest used to do because they don't always carry their phones around with them and the gesture is so familiar that she finds herself relaxing a little. When he finishes, he looks up at her
