#Chapter 59

Warren

This must definitely be a dream.

Evelyn is at my place, with her dog, and eating dinner with me.

Fuck! I've gotten fond of her dog. He's so smart. Definitely like his owner.

"When will that project be completed?" Evelyn asks, sipping the hot chicken soup I made.

"In three years. We're still working on the blueprints and designs. The investor wants it to represent the culture of France while also having a modern edge," I explain, my passion for the subject leaking into my voice.

"So that is your WIP. Wha—"

"WIP?"

"Work in progress." She looks at me.

I nod, encouraging her to continue.

"I...