Naomi
“That was delicious,” Atticus said as he set down his fork. The meal had come out almost perfectly, but I was nervous. I wasn’t even sure why I was feeling nervous. Was it because Atticus might think badly of me? I felt bad, and I hadn’t even said or done anything yet. “Hey, by the way, how did your meeting at the bank go?” he then asked curiously as he leaned his elbows onto the table and watched me closely. “Was it bad news?”
“No,” I said as I quickly gathered my thoughts. Atticus frowned but he waited for me to continue. “No, actually it went quite well. I was approved,” Atticus’s frown disappeared as he smiled.
“That is fantastic, Naomi!” he exclaimed and once again I found myself wondering if you would call me ‘babe’ again. It had probably been a slip of the tongue earlier du
