Madelyn answered the phone, and they talked about trivial matters like what she ate and what she did. It was like he would set a time to call her every day. Most of the time, Ethan was the one who called since Madelyn rarely used her phone and would only send him a text when she remembered.

About seven or eight minutes later, the pasta was cooked, and Madelyn strained it.

"Sorry the banquet ended this late, Mr. Arnold. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?" Suddenly, a gentle an