Chapter 20

We were seated at a table tucked off by ourselves. The lunch crowd had already thinned out, so we had a small bit of privacy. The waitress was friendly and had already brought our drinks and taken our order.

“How’s work?” I asked knowing he would give a generic answer. He never talks about work and is good at separating work and life.

“It’s work, not bad.” He replies.

His phone buzzes on the table and he glances at it quickly types out a response and sets his phone back down. I am used to him always chatting away with someone.

“Is it important? Do you need to take a call or..”

“No, it’s fine, Love. I apologies you will have my full attention from here out.”

“Okay Zain, what’s up? Why lunch today?”

“I wanted us to talk. Have you been doing your research?”

“I have.”

“Have I scared you off?”

“No, it is a lot to process and I have about a million questions.”

“Well, I am here to answer all of your que