Page 51 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

“Do you mind another drink?” He asked, out of the blue, and that was when I realized I had finished my drink.

“No,” I responded, and he beckoned to one of the waiters moving around. I exchanged the empty glass for a full one just as Daisy approached us with two men who looked like they were Jacob’s age.

Jacob also seemed to know them by the way he greeted them and exchanged pleasantries.

“This is Tom Bradford and Jason Davis.” Daisy introduced the two men respectively. The former was slightly taller than the latter and had jet-black hair, a thinner face, and sharper jaws. “And this is Clara Lisbon, my very sweet friend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I shook hands with both men and tried to continuously wear the warmest smile ever.

“So, how do you know the boss?” Jason asked, turning to me with a smile. He was referring to Jacob.

“Oh, well,” I was initially reluctant to answer and tried as much as possible to avoid looking at Jacob’s face. “He’s my ex.” I eventually said.

The man let out an awkward “oh,” and that was when I glanced at Jacob. He looked sort of satisfied, but then I was uncomfortable.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Tom, the first man, asked as if he was attempting to ease the tension that had struck among us five.

“I have to say, I’m impressed with the spread,” I commented, gesturing to the lavish food buffet. “I’ve never seen so many different types of sushi!” I added, feigning laughter.

“Me neither,” chimed Tom.

“Yeah, so what do you do?” I asked, changing the subject.

“He works in finance,” Jacob responded in his stead.

Tom winked.

“What about you, Jason?” I smiled at the seemingly cool man.

“Architecture.” He replied, sipping his wine.

“What do you do?” He asked, in return.

“I own a coffee shop,” I responded.

“And she’s doing well,” Daisy added with a wide smile.

“Interesting,” Tom commented.

“Is it here, in Sunnyvale?” Jason inquired.

“Yes, it is.”

“It’s in the heart of the city. You should go there, sometime.” Jacob said.

“To get away from caviar and champagne, huh?” Tom chuckled.

“A cup of coffee will do no harm. I’ll remember that, though I can’t guarantee, I have a lot on my table.” Jason said, gentlemanly.

“What do you do these days? I’ve not been seeing you at golf, as often as before?” Tom asked him.

“You know, I’ve been trying to get into painting,” Jason admitted.

“What?” Tom frowned.

“Painting?” Daisy was puzzled.

I guess it was unlikely that Jason would absorb himself in something as inclusive as painting.

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