Genevieve couldn't stop smiling as she joined Abigail and Jamal at the table. Her cheeks still felt warm from Stefan's call.
Stefan had called to say he missed her and just wanted to hear her voice and know how her day was going. She had told him she was out to have lunch with Pete and Abigail and would call him when she returned to the office.
The moment she sat down, a waiter came by with a pad in his hand.
"I want the usual," Genevieve said to the waiter before turning to Abigail who was holding a menu. "You should try their grilled chicken salad, Abigail."
Abigail nodded politely, then glanced at Jamal, who sat across from her. He gave nothing away.
His face was calm, focused on the menu in front of him. "I will have the special parfait," Jamal said finally, setting the menu aside.
The waiter nodded and walked away, leaving the three of them sitting quietly.
Now that all three of them were alone, they were all silent. It seemed like neither of them had anything to say.
