[Anderson Enterpirse—Damien's office]
The rhythmic tapping of Damien's pen echoed faintly against the silence of his office.
His attention was fixed on the laptop screen or at least that is how it looked to anyone who passed by.
But in reality, the quarterly report open before him might as well have been blank.
He wasn't thinking about numbers.
He was thinking about her.
Three days.
It had been three days since that afternoon at the park and somehow, Angella Becker had managed to sneak into his thoughts like a song he couldn't turn off.
He had told himself he would play it cool and give it time and not push too fast but patience had never been one of his strong suits.
He had already come close to texting her twice but each time he had stopped himself, reminding his impulsive side that he needed to wait.
If she was thinking about him,even a little, she would definitely reach out.
And if she didn't? Well, he would make sure she eventually did.
