The dismissal

Michael crosses my path. I roll my eyes, I'm not in the mood now and never with him. She smiles and hands me a cappuccino, I don't want to be rude and take it.

—Hello, Michael, thank you.

—Always at your service, precious. What do you say about going out this afternoon?

—I say no, don't be too clever.

—Are you still thinking about what happened the other day? —curious, he refers to the incident as his fault.

—I don't forget it, but I'm not interested. I have more important things