But I did not expect, Louisa brought me breakfast on the table with the sticky note on the bag.
[Marco and I go to meet some clients and have lunch together.]
It was her handwriting.
The breakfast box she brought in the bag was my least favorite lamb sandwich.
It was obvious that it was not what she was prepared for me.
I handed the breakfast to my assistant and asked him to go out and sell me another one.
A relationship that had changed in quality was like an unappetizing breakfast. There was no need to force ourself to eat it.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, I finished dealing with all the documents, but there was no sign of Louisa.
My assistant suddenly pushed the door and casually said, "Sir, I saw Ms. Louisa and her assistant went to eat seafood. What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you."
I was stunned for a moment and frowned. "Where did you see them?"
My assistant shook the mobile phone in his hand with a look of surprise.
"On X, her assistant posted a message thanking Ms. Louisa for treating him to a delicious meal."
I lit a cigarette and blew a puff into the air.
The guilt I felt for impulsively agreeing to the blind date last night completely disappeared.