Lunch With Him
The memory of the welcome kiss she gave Mason last night was still fresh, making her giggle. She could've sworn he kissed her back too.
"What came over me?" she ask herself while packing the lunch box, arranging everything how she hoped Mason would like it. They had agreed to have lunch together, but what he didn't know was that Ellen had prepared this special meal.
After double-checking everything, she glanced at the clock. It was almost lunchtime. Perfect timing. Smiling to herself, Ellen grabbed the neatly packed lunch box and placed it into a small, elegant bag.
The drive to Mason's office wasn't long, and once she arrived at the office, Ellen didn't need to check in with the receptionist anymore. She knew her way around the building by now, and the staff knew her too. As she walked through the lobby, several employees greeted her with warm smiles, and a few called out, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Coldwell!"