It's just sexual activity.

Ellie: Our landlord sent me a mail about a security deposit. Do you want to go there and have lunch together? I need to speak.

I agree. How about midday at the Seafood Shack?

Ellie: Hello there.

When I go to the restaurant, she is waiting for me outside. You may order at a counter and dine at picnic tables on their deck, which is directly on the lake, at this really informal restaurant. There is a queue since there are many of visitors there.

When Ellie welcomes me, she struggles to smile.

I inquire, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going out of work."

“What? What took place?"...