_The Disaster Lunch

Lorien's face scrunched up in annoyance. "Horrible?!" He bellowed the question.

"NO! I… mean, of course not. It's just… the request came too suddenly, I wasn't thinking." Due vigorously shook her head, her eyes thinning pleadingly.

Lorien wanted to scratch at her cheap and fading make up right now, but he schooled his expression into that of indifference.

"You need to watch that mouth of yours before it costs you your job. Now, you have a lot of  favors to pay me back for."

"Agreed, sir." Due replied, surprising Lorien who thought she'd never agree to call him later. "I'll call you and come over when you need me to."

What did he just hear? Did she just agree to calling him later and coming over? At the end of the day, it seemed she was no different than other girls.