Resignation

"Where are you?"

Cosette furrowed her brows at Asher's question. "Why?" she asked.

"I just came from a business trip and I want to see you." He didn't beat around the bush, telling his intention immediately. "Are you free?"

"Why would you want to see me when you should go straight home and rest?" Cosette frowned. "Asher Quinn. I told you this many times and I will say it again. You and I —"

"There's no chance, right?" he continued, cutting her off. All he heard was Cosette clearing her throat, making him chuckle. "Don't worry. I'm not trying to win your heart. I just want to share something with my friend."

"Share something?" Cosette arched a brow. "Like?"

"I'll tell you in person. Are you home?"

"Uhm… no. I'm actually on my way home." Cosette glanced at the window. "Want to meet up?"

Asher smiled at her offer. "Mhm." He listened to the address she said, somewhere near her house.