Page 10 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“Yeah, but you did that. What’s the number for?”

“Because I thought about making things up to you.”

“I mean, it was just one encounter. You more than made up,” she reasons.

I know she thinks that, but there are other reasons for this.

“It’s not easy for me to do this either, Sara.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, asking someone out and such.”

The line goes silent. I know she’s trying to figure out how to respond. I look around my office before turning on the desk lamp. It illuminates the place, so I’m not just sitting in a dull and dark place.

I’m used to it, but my assistant Rebecca hates it when I do that.

“So, you’re asking me out,” she reasons.

“If that’s what you want.”

“I mean…maybe? You’re making this way weirder than it has to be.”

“I’m not making anything weird at all,” I retort.

“You kind of are! Like we met once, and you acted as if you hated my guts.”

“It was an error of judgment on my part.”

“You need to elaborate. It’s like, a date, right?”

“Yes.”

“Why, though? You clearly didn’t want anything to do with me when we first met.”

“Yes, well, that was an error in my own way. You intrigue me, Sara, and I want to make it up to you. It’s a simple yes or no. Your choice.”

I am waiting for her response. She takes a deep breath.

“I would like that. I just haven’t dated in a long time.”

“Don’t think too much about it. It’s just something casual. I just want to get to know you.”

“Okay. I like that.”

“I’m glad. So, what day works for you?”

“Let me look at my schedule. I’m guessing you work during the day.”

“I can make time.”

It’s true. Any of the people who need to meet with me can wait. I don’t have to meet with them at any specified time. The sound of rummaging echoes through the other line. She then speaks.

“Well, I have this weekend off. I’m not working my barista job nor at my other job.”

Another job? I thought she just worked as a barista to pay the bills.

“Well, how does Saturday at eight look?”

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