Chapter Thirty –Three
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Mollified at my personal revelations, I dragged on a pair of faded, well-worn jeans and a dark green polo shirt.
No one else would be in the office, casual attire would be fine.
And maybe, just maybe, a little less formality would ease the tension between Peter and me.
Stopping on my way to the office, I picked up a bag of bagels and some Danish.
I didn't even know how Peter took his coffee.
That should be something I knew, right?
I'd been so worried about what I wanted; I'd been missing the details. Was that what Angela meant?
See you in a few!
