Benjamin's response echoed in Sheila's mind like a lingering reverberation.
'Let's say I liked you...'
It was a simple phrase, almost innocent, but its impact on her was profound.
Sheila tried not to give it too much importance, but the words enveloped her, leaving a strange sensation in her chest.
If Benjamin had helped her just because he liked her, did that mean he would do it for anyone else he liked too?
And if so, why did that provoke a dull ache inside her?
Sheila tried to rationalize it. After all, thanks to that same attitude of Benjamin's, she had received his help. She had no right to complain. However, the idea that he could be so willing to do the same for another woman, with the same kindness and generosity... made her uncomfortable.
An irrational thought, perhaps, but she couldn't help it.
Sheila lowered her gaze to her plate, feeling her appetite slowly fade away.
