My Springtime
Sean was so busy with work that I could count our actual dates in a year with both hands.
For once, he had gotten off early, so I had skipped my team dinner. I had thought it would be enough to hold hands and walk by the river. But then Wendy called and asked to join us, and everything changed.
Before we left, I half-joked and said, "No work talk tonight. Whoever brings it up pays."
They had both smiled and agreed. Sean even ruffled my hair. "Alright, alright. We'll do whatever you say."
But as soon as the food arrived, one of them mentioned work. Soon, they were debating about earnout agreements and leveraged buyouts. I was left out, poking at the ravioli on my plate.