"Um... yes."

"Um... yes, if you don't mind?" you answer, staring forward into traffic to avoiding looking at her.

"Oh, okay..." Lisa sighs.

When you stop at a red light you turn to her. "We can still have a dinner date. I'll cook tonight."

"What about Sara?" she asks.

"I guess it'll be more of a group date," you reply. "I hope you don't mind..."

"No, I don't mind," she replies and looks away. You hear her stifle a sniffle.

You want to say something but you are approaching her store.

"I'll text you before I get off work," you say as you pull up to Lovecraft Jewellers.

"Yeah, sure," she mutters and leaves the car.

"Ah, fuck..." you sigh to yourself and drive off to your office.