“I’m not here to apologize for ruining your date, because you shouldn’t have been on a fucking date in the first place.” She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “And it seemed to me like you were enjoying your time with me in the stairwell a hell of a lot more than your dinner with that prick from accounting.” “His name is Jacob.” “His name will be Jacob from the Chicago office if you so much as smile at him again, Amelia.”
