"Oh, alright."
Despite feeling somewhat disappointed that it was not Flossie Wright contacting him, Nigel Ferguson nodded without hesitation.
"Also," Flossie Wright glanced at him, speaking directly, "I'm leaving the cooking class."
Nigel Ferguson froze on the spot.
He watched Flossie Wright select all the carrots, pay, and was about to leave with her shopping cart. It was only then that he seemed to snap back to reality, sprang up from the ground, and ran to Flossie Wright, asking nervously, "Why, why?"
His heart sank suddenly, feeling as if he had lost a piece of himself. He was so nervous when asking the question that he even began to stutter.
"I've been transferred."
Flossie Wright calmly pushed the shopping cart and picked the next ingredients based on her instinct.
The truth was, she had come to shop in person today because of Nigel Ferguson.
