And then, a message notification came in and it had a message that read;
"Hello Charles, my English teacher always told me I need a hook to grab a reader's attention. Now that I've got yours, I'd love to ask, what's good? And if you're free, would you be interested in grabbing lunch with me?"
Charles blinked, his mind racing. Who was this person? And why was the message so… unexpected?
Charles had braced himself for a threat, certain that the person on the other end of the message would use the projector image to blackmail him.
Instead, he was met with an invitation for lunch.
His mind spun with confusion, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events.
Charles exhaled sharply, his breath catching in his chest as relief flooded through him.
With a heavy sigh, he placed his hands on the cool surface of the kitchen island and sank down into a nearby dining chair, letting the weight of the moment settle.
