Scene 3 —
The Dinner Planning
That same evening, at A.K. Corporation.
Andrew sat behind his sleek desk, fingers tapping thoughtfully on his laptop keyboard. The office was dimly lit, modern, and neat—just like him. But his mind was far from the business spreadsheets glowing on the screen.
Across from him, lounging like he owned the place, Sam reclined on the plush office couch, phone in one hand, the other lazily resting behind his head.
Sam: (grinning)
"I swear, if you keep being like this, she's gonna bolt. You just need to make her feel comfortable around you. That's it."
Andrew didn't respond.
Sam: (sitting up, mock exasperated)
"Just be normal, man. Say something to make her smile. You don't have to be a Shakespearean hero—just a functioning, emotionally available human."
Andrew: (quietly)
"What if I mess it up? What if she gets more distant?"
Sam let out a dramatic sigh.
Sam:
"You literally seal million-dollar deals with a phone call, and now you're afraid of a 17-year-old introvert with a diary and fruit salad cravings?"
Andrew leaned back, rubbing his forehead.
Andrew:
"This is different. I don't know how to... handle her."
Sam: (smirking)
"Piece of cake. Okay—tell me this: is she joining you for dinner tonight?"
Andrew:
"Yes."
Sam:
"Perfect. Then here's what you're gonna do. Step one: ask her if she likes the food. Step two: smile. Step three, if you're brave, pull out her chair before she sits or pour her water. Girls eat that stuff up."
Andrew: (murmuring)
"What if that just makes her more scared… or uncomfortable?"
Sam: (grinning)
"Then that's your problem. But hey, if she smiles and says thank you, then I'll take credit for that too."
Andrew gave him a dry look.
Andrew:
"You're not coming."
Sam: (feigning innocence)
"What?! Come on. I haven't even seen her yet. Besides, you need my impeccable humor to loosen up that dinner table tension."
Andrew:
"If you dare say one inappropriate thing, I swear I will drag you out of there myself."
Sam raised both hands in mock surrender, a playful glint in his eye.
Sam:
"Okay, okay. No mischief. Maybe just one joke. A tiny one."
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