Naomi
I tried not to think how Atticus’s evening had gone with his parents. I tried not to wonder about when I would officially be introduced to his parents, but most of all, I tried not to think about when our next date would be. Instead, I focused on the task at hand. My meeting with the bank manager. I had everything I needed, and I was well-prepared, but I was still nervous. I had my research and all of my selling points and as I mentally went through everything in my head, I waited.
“Miss Scott?” a voice called out, and I looked over to see a woman standing just behind the receptionist's desk. That must be the bank manager’s receptionist. I hurriedly stood up and rushed over to her.
“Yes, hello,” I said with a nervous smile. The name tag hung perfectly straight on her left and it r
