“I guess you’re right…” Reiner replied, clearly not looking forward to the dinner with the client.
“Good luck with your work and don’t worry about me,” I quickly said to reassure him.
“I’ll pick you up. Same place. Same time,” Reiner said a little sternly.
“Sure. I’ll wait for you,” I replied with a smile.
…
It was an ordinary day at work and our project was making decent progress. A big thanks to Charles and his advice. That reminded me that since running into Reiner that day, I haven’t seen much of Charles. I wondered if he would turn up to the bar sometime soon. Perhaps he was just busy or perhaps that encounter with Reiner created a bigger rift between Charles and I than I had anticipated.