“Same here,” said Simon.
Roman, looking utterly drained, turned to Simon.
“Is that why you had to drag me down with you? You were acting crazy all night! Every time I got up to use the bathroom, you ran out to check on me. You were practically jumping at every sound. I barely got any sleep!” 1
Simon was unapologetic as he refuted, “Who on earth gets up eight times in one night?”
Roman seethed, “I’m old! I have an overactive bladder! Excuse me for being abnormal!”
With that, he threw down his spoon and stormed off–his second consecutive meal filled with pure frustration. No wonder he never gained weight.
Josie bit into a piece of toast and said to me, “Simon can drive you to work later.”
I quickly declined. “No need to trouble Dr. Lawson. I can just take a cab.”
Simon stood up and said, “We’re going the same way. I’ll drive you for the next few days.”
Then, he pulled out his phone, the tips of his ears turning red. “Let’s exchange numbers.”
I was debating whether to politely refuse when Josie spoke up. “Seriously, Simon? You’re just lending your colleague a ride to work. Must you ask for gas money?”
Oh. I’d overthought it.
Without hesitation, I exchanged numbers with him and transferred him 100 dollars.
“Is that enough?”
Simon didn’t say a word. He simply stared at Josie in silence, looking absolutely defeated.
