IN A WHILE
ISABELLA
It started innocently. That's how all long term problems begin. The next morning, Xavier didn't bring a rose, he brought sweets instead. Not the same sweets, that would have been manageable, predictable. This man brought variety. A small paper bag appeared on the counter like it had spawned there naturally.
"Good morning." He said politely. "I wasn't sure if you preferred chocolate or fruit."
I stared into the bag. Macarons, multiple colors, aggressively delicate.
"This is a bakery ambush." I said.
"Oh wow. He's diversifying."Michael leaned over.
Wanessa, already seated with her iced coffee, didn't even look surprised.
"Of course he is. He is testing data."She said.
"I am not data." I snapped.
