"......"
Sandy was ready to snap back. But then it hit her—her dad had shown her the photo, and she’d picked the guy herself.
“I thought you looked good in the picture, but seeing you now, well, you’re just so-so,” Sandy tried to backtrack, a bit flustered.
She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Why had she picked Odie for this date in the first place? Was it because he was handsome? Sure, he was. Did he have a good character? That was debatable. Sandy was feeling a bit off about the whole thing, like she’d seen him somewhere before but couldn’t quite place it.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll get going. Thanks, Ms. Sandy, for the hospitality,” Odie said, getting up.
Sandy blinked in surprise as she saw Odie about to leave. “You’re just going to walk out like that?”
“What else?”
Odie replied with a straight face, “I’m really busy. I don’t have time to hang around and go shopping or sightseeing with Ms. Sandy.”
And with that, he was making his exit.
Seeing him stand, Sandy quickly moved to block his path. “Hold on! What’s your deal?”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge is best served cold