“You can’t just come over on Sunday.”
“Why not?”
He presses his fingers on his temples. “Because you’re not really my girlfriend.”
“Okay, fine. But I was going to bring the Manischewitz.”
“Well, now you don’t have to go through the trouble. What is Manischewitz anyhow?”
“It’s kind of a sweet wine. It’s not very good, but it’s cheap, so…”
Ignacio lets out a sigh and scrubs his hands over his eyes. Now that I have a closer look, he seems tired and stressed. The delicate skin under his eyes has a slight yellowish purple tint. And that tousled hair? It’s poking in every possible direction.
“Are you alright?” I perch my fists on my hips, inclining my head to the side. “Do you need emergency chocolate?”
He breathes a half-hearted laugh. “No. But thank you.”
I squint one eye at him. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“Okay, well… I guess I won’t see you Sunday.”
He offers a closed-lip smile, and for a moment, there’s a small twinkle in his weary eyes.
“I guess you won’t. Goodnight, Olive.”
With a cheeky wink, I nod and head over to clock out.
“And Olive?”
“Yeah?”
He waves in my general direction. “Thanks for adhering to the dress code.”
“Anytime, boss.”