So, how exactly did you tell your boyfriend that, over the weekend, while not entirely yourself, you hooked up with one of your
mutual good friends? Eleanor did not have a good answer to that one.
She had stopped by Ching Tai for take-out, reasoning that that would give her time to think of something. Which she had failed at doing. But at least having take-out would keep her from chickening out. Maybe.
Of course, she had no idea if he'd already eaten. Details. He should just smile and accept the take-out in the spirit it was offered.
(for the pilot-to-be)