“I feel like I should buy you dinner or something.” He flicked a hand, seemingly frustrated with the words coming out of his mouth. “To make up for the whole incident.” “That’s not necessary.” “I feel like I owe you.” “But you really don’t,” I explained with a shake of my head. The idea of spending an entire meal alone with him shot my pulse off like a rocket. “Lunch?” “No, thank you. I’m busy.” “Every day this week?” “Yes.” “You never eat lunch?” “I eat lunch,” I injected with a touch of annoyance. “But I prefer to get something from the Cauldron. It’s fast and easy.” “Ah.” He bit his lower
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Poor guy
