Richard

I thought Maya’s idea of going on a fake date was ridiculous until I actually sat down and realized I have her undivided attention for at least two hours. It reminds me of our honeymoon and the dinner we had together. Except this time, she is solely focused on putting on a show while I’m more interested in getting to know her. Not the person she is during work hours or the hidden glimpses I get when she lets her guard down, but the real her.

“If you didn’t have to work, what would you do on weekends?”

She rears back. “Like if I had a day off?”

“You have Sundays off.”

“I’m usually too dead to move by then, so I prefer vegetating in my bedroom. I’ll only come out for water and food.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m exhausted. Working for you sucks up all my energy so by…