Having been with Adam Grant for so long, I've almost forgotten that I'm also someone quite popular.
Besides Ethan Foster, one or two other men in the company have asked me out to dinner, and I've turned them down.
Soon, it will be my thirtieth birthday.
For a woman, thirty is indeed a special time, carrying a unique significance.
After this milestone, some things seem unchanged, yet they are very different.
My birthday falls on a weekday.
After work, Ethan Foster suddenly appeared in my office waiting for me. I looked up at him, "What's going on?"
Ethan Foster magically produced a cake from somewhere and placed it in front of me, "Happy Birthday."
"Can I take you out for dinner tonight?"
I hadn't planned to celebrate this birthday, nor did I buy a cake for myself.
On the night I anticipated a marriage proposal from Adam, I forced myself to eat a whole cake, leaving a shadow in my heart.
But looking at the cake Ethan held, I suddenly didn't mind it so much.