Arielle knew her best friend very well. When she saw that Heather's face didn't show any signs of disgust or even a hint of admiration, she knew that she didn't dislike Samuel.
The first step of my matchmaking plan is considered a success.
"Samuel, chat with my friend for a while. I'll go to the warehouse and arrange for the delivery," she instructed and left the two of them alone.
Samuel was good at talking business, but he had no experience chatting with girls. He stood there awkwardly.
"What are you standing there for? Sit down and let's chat."
He sat on the sofa, forming a right angle with Heather.
Seeing his awkwardness, the eccentric Heather was instantly interested and even had thoughts of teasing him.
Holding back her laughter, she said with a straight face, "Didn't I ask you to chat with me? Well, start chatting."
"What do you want to chat about?" he asked in a daze.
