“Did he say that?”
“No. We talked about work, his career, how demanding it is, and how hard it is to find time to travel overseas.”
“Did he flirt with you?”
“He talked to me. And that’s enough for now.”
She seems protective of her story, and I don’t blame her. It makes me smile.
“He wouldn’t flirt with me anyway. I don’t know if he’s the type. Even if he was flirting, it was a Christmas party with my coworkers. There were other doctors there too, and there wasn’t much he could do.”
True. But still…
I hide my disappointment behind a neutral expression.
“Okay,” I say.
She studies my face.
“Why are you so disappointed?”
“I’m not.”
Seriously, I’m not that disappointed. I just want her to be happy.
“What’s next?” I ask in a sweeter tone to appease her.
“Nothing.”
“That’s it? He didn’t get your phone number? Nothing at all?”
“Yes… Nothing at all.”
Her smile fades.
“I don’t think we can be more than that. Not as long as we work together. I couldn’t even tell whether he liked me as a woman. He was comfortable talking to me. And he used every minute we had to find things about me and tell me more about himself. But that was it.”
“What did he want to know about you?”
Her gaze wanders away. She looks at something on the table.
I assume it’s the kitchen table since I see the cupboards in the background.
“He wanted to know where I live. If I plan to go to school and crap like that.”
“Do you?”
She swings her eyes back to me.
“Do I want to go to school? What kind of question is that?”
“It’s a question,” I say softly.
She makes a clipped gesture.
“I need to make money to live. I don’t want to be in debt for the rest of my life. Going to school would only complicate things.”
She is pretty worked up, so I drop the topic. Maybe this is not the best time to offer myself to cover her school expenses.