The Art of Revenge
He pressed his lips together and said, “Don’t overthink it. I don’t mean anything by it. I just feel we had a nice chat and would like to get to know you a little more. If it’s inconvenient, that’s fine.”
Vega felt like she was floating. Was this real life?
No—this was beyond even her wildest dreams.
“I’m free! Totally free!” she stood up in a flash and answered eagerly.
Christan smiled slightly and handed her a card. “Great. Here’s my card. Please text me your number, and I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay! Got it!”
Even after he left, Vega sat frozen in her seat, clutching his business card, grinning like a lovesick fool in the direction he had gone.