The feeling of tension was not absent at that moment. Could it have been jealousy on Ander's part? It doesn't seem to me that they are a couple… although maybe I am judging too much.
I sat at one of the tables and opened my laptop. I must not waste time: I had to finish the presentation before tomorrow, or my neck could roll at work. Suddenly, someone placed my coffee on the table. When I turned, I saw it was Shelly. She also brought a plate with a croissant. I was surprised because, precisely, that is my favorite bread.
—Ah, excuse me, I think you got confused, I didn't order a croissant. —I told her.
She, with the tray held against her chest, smiled nervously.
—It's courtesy… miii… sorry, from the house.
—Thank you very much —I replied, with an admiration I could not hide.
Suddenly, she asked me what I worked in. Her interest was genuine; I noticed it in her look. And that made me happier than I would like to admit no one had ever shown so much interest in what I do. I took my time to explain some details of my work.
—Thank you very much for telling me —she said afterwards—. Actually, I wanted to take the chance to apologize. Ander is very overprotective and acts as if I were… something of his. I don't want you to misinterpret the way he is. And please, keep coming.
"What did she mean by very overprotective? Especially when she mentioned that he acts as if I were something his…" I thought. Could it be that I misunderstood things? Although I don't know the expectations she might have of me, I feel it is very risky to continue.