"It's me." The person on the phone only said two words.
"Shane..." Charlotte's voice quivered.
Shane glanced at the little fellow who was playing in the ball pit at the playground. His eyes softened at the sight of that. "Let's have dinner together and tell me about the content of today's meeting."
Charlotte sniffed and said, "I don't want to see you."
"What's wrong?" He frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong with her.
"I'm fine."
"How can you say that you're fine when you're crying? Give me your address."
Charlotte shook her head. Only after a while did she remember that they were on the phone, and he couldn't see her shaking her head.
She said, "I'm really fine."
"Come have dinner with me then."
"I'm really not in the mood for dinner today. How about tomorrow?" Charlotte's voice was hoarse, making her sound rather pathetic.
"Stay where you are."