My Boyfriend Called Me By the Wrong Name At a Party

At a department gathering, my boyfriend placed a piece of fish in my bowl.

"Sapphire, have some fish."

Jack's face turned awkward before he could finish his sentence.

Because I never eat fish. I'm allergic to it.

And my name isn't Sapphire.

Sapphire is his young apprentice.

The party finally ended.

I calmly dialed a number:

"Professor Smith, I've made my decision. I'd like to be your research assistant."