Chapter 12

Denise’s POV

Two days after Fabian apologized, he came by the store. I was on my break, at the counter, and I was reading historical fiction.

“Denise,” was all he said for my head to snap up so fast I almost got whiplash.

I started smiling, but I didn’t want to look too eager, so I wiped the smile off my face.

“Hey, Fabian...” I said, trailing out. I honestly was at a loss for what to say.

“Are you on your break right now? Can we talk?” As soon as he asked, my heart went into overdrive. Was he going to tell me it was better for us to reject each other once again? Why did he look so serious?

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad,” he reassured with a smile. I assume he saw the panicked expression on my face.

I liked to think I had an expressionless face, but I’ve been told that all my emotions could be read on my face.

“Okay, sure,” I replied and stood. “Ingrid, please, can you take over the c******?” She called her affirmation, and I smiled.