“Dinner? With you?”

I closed my eyes as my pang went through my heart, and I winced.

Really, Sade? What were you expecting? That he would leave his work and come back early just because you asked him to? Perhaps being comfortable has made me lose my sense of perspective.

“Y-you don't have to if you’re busy, sir,” I said, trying to fix this.

“No, no, that wasn't what I meant,” he said, sighing. “I was just surprised. I thought you wanted space.”

“This is your home, sir. You don't have to leave to give me space.”

“So that’s why you wanted to have dinner with me?”

Why… why did...