Cuffed By Love
“Sure. What can I do for you?”
Ouch. Her sharp tone throws me off a little. I force a smile. “Well, I thought we could get reacquainted and catch up. Considering we’ll be working closely together moving forward.”
Mira blinks and stares at me, dumbfounded, like I said something ludicrous. “Reacquainted?” She iterates, and I nod, closely observing her, keeping my eyes on her.
“Yes, it’s what people who haven’t seen each other in a while do after they meet again—get reacquainted.”