With that, it became clear that refusing him would put us in a tough spot.
"Sure, of course, Mr. Wayne!" Rick managed to muster a smile that looked more like a grimace.
The three of us walked in silence, the atmosphere feeling oddly strained.
With Andrew's striking looks and height, we attracted quite a few curious glances from passersby.
Halfway through our meal, Rick's phone chimed with a WhatsApp notification. He snatched it up, his eyes lighting up as he began typing furiously.
Two minutes later, he announced he had to leave due to "urgent business."
My gut told me the message was from his crush.
As he made his escape, I figured I should come up with an excuse to follow.
Before I could think of anything, Andrew said casually, "I'll give you a ride home later and drop something off for you."
I nearly choked on a piece of potato, my mind racing. "You're… giving me something?"
My words came out jumbled, the food in my mouth making me sound like a chipmunk caught in the act of stealing snacks.
Andrew couldn't help but laugh at my predicament.
When he smiled for real, he looked even more handsome than that day in the office—like a million bucks.
But there was something else, too.