Promposal
“I told Camilla at lunch. It was sleeked back in a ponytail, not her usual style, but it worked well with the lean lines of her black-clad figure today.
“Thanks.”
Hmm. Normally, she was much more enthusiastic when I complimented her. “Your nails look good too.”
She gave a short nod. “Did them yesterday morning.”
“And that sandwich looks divine.”
She gave a halfhearted shrug as she eyed the turkey sandwich on top of her brown paper bag. “It’s okay.”
“All right, what is wrong with you?” All day sh...e’d been off. Slumping around, not talking much, barely even smiling.
“I just . . .” She heaved a sigh and finally turned to look at me. Her eyes showed signs of fatigue, and there were frown lines around her mouth. She dropped her voice and said, “I’ll talk to you about it later, okay? It’s not something I want to discuss here in front of everyone.”
I rubbed her back. It hurt to see her so down when she was always such an upbeat person. Something was really eating at her.MoreLess
“Thanks.”
Hmm. Normally, she was much more enthusiastic when I complimented her. “Your nails look good too.”
She gave a short nod. “Did them yesterday morning.”
“And that sandwich looks divine.”
She gave a halfhearted shrug as she eyed the turkey sandwich on top of her brown paper bag. “It’s okay.”
“All right, what is wrong with you?” All day sh...e’d been off. Slumping around, not talking much, barely even smiling.
“I just . . .” She heaved a sigh and finally turned to look at me. Her eyes showed signs of fatigue, and there were frown lines around her mouth. She dropped her voice and said, “I’ll talk to you about it later, okay? It’s not something I want to discuss here in front of everyone.”
I rubbed her back. It hurt to see her so down when she was always such an upbeat person. Something was really eating at her.MoreLess
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