When I saw Michelle Manson, I was impressed with her persistence despite myself.

I moaned quietly, “Oh, she looks like she works here!"

She noticed me as soon as I walked out and quickly approached me.

Coincidentally, my phone rang with a call from Laurie, who wanted to tell me that Michelle was still downstairs.

I could only helplessly reply, "You're a little late with that information."

She joked, "Well, good luck to you then! Or should I come back and rescue you?"

I smiled faintly. "There’s no need for that. I need to face her at some point."

Michelle was standing next to me as I said that.

I ended the call and looked at her unfriendly, asking, "Just get straight to the point. Don't beat around the bush. You’re putting pressure on me. Speak! What is it?"

Michelle grinned shamelessly and said, "Actually, it’s nothing urgent. I just wanted to invite you for a meal and a chat."

"If it’s nothing urgent, let's skip the meal. I'm busy every day and barely spend time at home. On