Sylvan Cheney prepared breakfast for Erin Janus and handed it to her.
Erin took it and smiled, "Evan, I can take you to many fun places. You seem like someone who doesn't go out much; you're missing out on good times."
"Maybe work seems more interesting to me," Sylvan picked up the iPad from the table.
"I had a lot of fun with Stacy and them last night. Can you sing? Next time, let's go sing karaoke, dance, or maybe race cars? Stacy's boyfriend is super fun, you're quite the opposite, you're too cautious, too composed."
"It's just my nature; I'm not interested in those things," Sylvan poured a glass of water.
Erin pouted, eating, feeling a bit unhappy inside.
How many times has Sylvan said "not interested" now?
Erin took a bite of the chicken wrap, tucked back a stray strand of hair by her ear, and smiled slightly, "Do you feel uninterested being with me...?"
