control
And at 3:47 PM, when everyone except Eli and me had left the conference room, I realized the two-week agreement had technically expired.
"So," I said.
"So," Eli said.
"I'm done pretending this is professional," I said. "I've been done for days. But I'm officially done as of right now."
"Good," Eli said.
"I want to take you to dinner," I said. "Actual dinner. Not professional dinner. The kind of dinner where we acknowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I have absolutely no framework for how to handle that."
Eli smiled.
"Yeah?" he said. "You're ready to say that?"