s blin

&Par

h

." He answered as he took his wine glass and drank the rest. Waiter Giorgio returned with my Chamomile, filled his glass with wine, then

g lunch with m

'll only be in Manh

week. After my audit here is over I'll be

his mouth which were pull

a few days ago r

re became more awkward as he fell silent. Giorgio retur

interesting mix of colors in front of

off my college tuition payments by next year, so I have to save money until all my debts are paid off. And the first d

rd silence I can barely taste the salad I'm eating. I guess I'll get another b

salad. A few minutes after my salad was finished, a glass of cold chocolate mousse rep

y dessert. I've neve

he asked without touching his dessert,

in my mouth. I couldn't taste the gold, but the cold dark chocolate melted in my mouth, lighter in texture

His eyes follow the movement of the spoon that I put in my mouth. The b

even know if they're still alive. I spent my en

d my mousse and looked at my watch, there's still 20 minutes left. This lunch wa

" he asked while cal

ll without being asked, I think Mr. Shaw often came to this place until they memorized his habits.

, I haven't thanked you in p

ght place at the right time."

his face always looks so serious. His dark blue eyes were looki

ill have to

arity gala dinner. How about t

ered my overtime schedule that couldn't be postponed. I sighed before answering, "

your work in the

tonight if I want to

e today. Except for his two intense blue eyes, his calm and serious demeanor almost make

with lunch?" I added

have to go

e disappointment in my voice

next

fine dining smile. Mr. Shaw glanced at his watch then stood up, "We'd better go back now." Then he helped me

ean

londe woman standing behind Mrs. Shaw. My eyes couldn't move from her, glued

n proud of my slightly rare amber eyes, but when compared to this woman, my eye color is nothing. She has very p

ust stood staring at h

Unlike me, Mrs. Shaw just glanced

of me and met her gaze, "Thanks for lunch, Mr. Shaw." I tried

take

n this time looked at Mr. Shaw a little annoyed

art. Of course he already has a partner, and he's not gay. I'm

waiting for his answer. My forehead wrinkled a little trying to guess what I'm feeling

self. 'He's a nobody, Ella. Don't be st

screen went blank because it hadn't been charged. As I put it back in my bag, m

p at the cloudy sky. The sound

oday wasn't

*

nce 4 hours ago, only I am left. My eyes feel tired after a day of staring at the laptop screen. I closed my eyes for a

Bank of Rotterdam, as Mrs. Lynch. I yawned for the sixth time as I stared at the line of numbe

e on the table and put them in my bag. I literally had to drag my body to get to the elevator. I realize

rk red brick color. But inside, the entire modern and elegant interior is a stark contrast to the exterior. The lobby floor alone

oot on this place I thought Mr. Shaw is a man in his late 50s or 60s, with the charismati

s not at all wha

the chocolate mousse I ate this afternoon, I can still remember the sweet and bitter taste of chocolate that united in the

obby breaking my thoughts, before I could