The next day, Carmela went to work as usual.
She tried to focus on her job, but she couldn't stop thinking about the shadow she had seen the night before. Had it really been there, or was she just imagining things? And if it had been real, what did it mean? Was someone watching her? She shivered again.
Just then, her boss, Pedro, walked into her office. "Hey Carm," he said. "How's it going?"
"Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "How's it going for you?"
"Pretty good," he said.
Pedro hesitated for a moment, then said, "Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner with me this weekend. I know a great little Italian place, and I think you'd really like it."
Carmela's heart skipped a beat. She knew she should say no because Pedro has always been nice to her, since she entered th
