A dress

A few days have gone by since Mr. Crawford's kindness toward me. I thought things were going to change after that day, but who was I kidding? I knew nothing was going to change, but I was still hoping it would. I need to stop thinking about Mr. Crawford. I’m on a date with Alex, and he should be the one on my mind, not my boss.

“You like the food?” Alex asks, smiling. He has a charming smile.

“I do. This place is beautiful,” I say, admiring the classy restaurant.

We’re having dinner on a rooftop. He picked me up half an hour ago. I’m wearing a black plunge midi dress with a sweetheart neckline and a side split.

“I’m happy you like it. Tell me more about yourself,” he sounds genuinely interested to know more about me.

I give him a brief history, and he does the same. He tells me about how he and Mr. Crawford grew up together. They were best friends for more than ten years. He didn't tell me what caused them to stop being friends. It made me more curious to find out what caused the