Sandy's jaw clenched. She sat stiffly in her chair, her fingers pressed into fists as her head lowered in disappointment and heartbroken answer.
"A job?" she whispered. "A job?"
He had just asked her if she wanted a job.
Was that what he thought of her? That she was wasting his time? That she should just go find something to do instead of bothering him?
Her throat tightened. Unbelievable.
"You know what?" she said, voice flat but laced with irritation. "Forget I even came here."
Darren blinked, confused. "Wait, what?"
Sandy shook her head, letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "I came here to talk to you — to actually talk — and you're just... what? Asking me to get a job? Are you serious? So I'm a joke to you?"
Darren straightened in his seat, hands coming up slightly as if trying to pacify her. "Okay, hold on. That's not what I meant at all."
"Really? Because that's exactly what it sounded like."
