He Wouldn't Buy Me Dinner, But Bought Her Diamonds

The plate of noodles from this place smelled amazing today. I snapped a photo of the food stall and sent it to Hugh Henson.

No reply.

I sent another one. "Working late?"

"Want me to bring you a plate?"

The chat stayed silent.

Only after I'd finished the last bite did a message pop up: "Can you stop sending me this useless stuff all day?"

"It's a waste of money."

Staring at those words, my eyes started to burn. I was about to apologize when I caught the little red dot on my social feed.

It was Christine Chavez, Hugh's assistant.