Hunter POV
I've requested a quiet word with Sandra. As soon as I enter the restaurant, I head towards the back where the table sits, my face half hidden in shadows, slinking along as though I'm some sort of pitiful creature. I felt awful about what I was going to do, but there was no choice. As I sat down opposite her, Sandra was all smiles, glancing up from looking at her pink manicured nails and looking at me with an expression of excitement.
"Hunter" she practically squealed "I'm so glad that you asked for an intimate dinner with me."
Intimate dinner? Had she misread what I had said to her? Misinterpreted what this was about? It looked as though she had and I slunk lower in my seat, feeling more of a bastard even as she began to peruse the menu, humming lightly under her breath.
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