LEO
"Who gave you the permission to talk to my husband without my knowledge?" This is the first question I ask Leon after sitting down at the table in a five-star hotel.
He has invited me for a meal today but I am not willing to give him more than thirty minutes from my schedule.
"I am sorry, I should have asked you about it first." Leon apologizes quietly, "Do you want to eat something? Please order." He pushes the menu card toward me, "I am paying."
"I am fine." However, I bluntly reject him. "You have only thirty minutes to say what you want to say, Leon. I have work to do.
He nods, "I won't take long. Don't worry." Leon tenses up a bit before forcing out, "I am sorry."
"For what?" I ask even though I know what he is actually trying to mean.