"Is there something wrong?"
Ethan looked at me quizzically as I stared at him, lost in thoughts.
I flinched, feeling flustered, and replied, "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something."
Ethan looked at me with concern and said, "If anything is bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it."
I appreciated his concern but didn't want to bother him with this silly topic, "Thank you, Mr Marc. But it's nothing serious."
Ethan stood up from his chair and began to adjust his coat. With one hand, he pulled the lapels of his coat towards each other, ensuring that they lay flat against his chest. He ran his fingers through his hair to push it back from his forehead, "We have a company dinner today. I'm afraid you'll have to join me."
"Sure," I paused and asked, "Will the team leader be there too?"
