One year ago…
Matthew
When I walk into the office, my jaw clenches involuntarily at the thought of encountering Sarah Wilson again.
That bubbly, overeager personality of hers grates on my last nerve.
I stride towards the elevators. As I wait, I can't help but recall our conversation at the charity gala last week.
Her plain features and unremarkable presence barely registered until she bounded up to me like an overexcited puppy. And to top it all, she asked me out. I've never met someone so…forward.
The elevator dings and I step inside, jabbing the button for the top floor. I lean against the mirrored wall, exhaling slowly. "Get it together, Jameson," I mutter. "She's just another vapid socialite. Nothing to concern yourself with."
But as the floors tick by, an uneasy feeling settles in my gut. Something about Sarah's earnest green eyes lingers in my mind despite my efforts to dismiss her.
