Chapter 8. The Proposal

Melvin stomped away from the table. And Andrew’s shoulders sagged as he let out a breath.

Elaine picked her bag. “I should leave.”

“Don’t worry about him. He’ll be back.”

She raised a brow, the same color as the fiery red of her hair. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he nodded, then looked around for a waiter. “What would you like to eat?”

“Erm, I don’t know. I just-”

He stared at her, memories of her unwillingness to speak while he had been in the room with Dr. Chupra returning. “If it’s about the bill, this is a treat from me. Think of it as an apology.”

She rubbed her temple. “But you already paid for my glasses.”

“No, for Melvin’s insensitive comments. He can be a bit-”

“Rude?”

“Stupid. A little bit of both. I admire him but wish he would stop behaving like a petty little child.”

A waiter appeared at the table and took their orders. She ordered exactly what he did.

The dream of a night with a refreshing face was now f