“You put everything on hold for me, and this is just another thing. I shouldn’t even be asking you—” “Please stop.” I rise to my feet, setting the water jug aside. “You’re not interfering. There’s nothing to interfere with. I am a jobless, aimless person right now, so it’s the perfect time to ask me.” He grimaces. “No, you should be focusing on you and finding your passion.” He looks to Farrow. “I shouldn’t have asked her.” “We wanted her help. You already asked,” Farrow says coolly. “And she said yes.” They wanted my help. Farrow wanted me too.
