Once the three of us settle down he speaks. "The food is cold." I look down anxiously and manage to speak some jumble of words. "Sorry about that...haha…"
"I'll heat them up right away." Mr Robert speaks and takes them to his inbuilt kitchen. The room soon fills with the sound of a microwave.
"How was your first day? Did anyone bully you?" He asks and I look at him, surprised.
"You're not mad at me?"
"Of Course not." He laughs. "I received your text. I'll be holding onto your dinner invitation." He says finally.
"Oh...great. I'll remember that. And by the way, the dinner will be to thank you for the Tulips. I loved them." I reply
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm lost." He acts confused.
"I can recognize your handwriting, you know back in uni I was an expert handwriting identifier..if that's what you call it." I tell him proudly and he grins, amused.
