Probably, though I wondered how much people would care what the break room at their trucking company looked like.
I tried to swallow down bitterness at the fact that I was paying off a debt that didn’t leave me enough money for a new pair of shoes, but there were funds for no-cost vending machines and high-end computers.
Again, told myself it didn’t matter.
Besides, Todd was probably right.
There were intangible benefits to the place looking nice, and I was certain the drivers would appreciate a place to refresh between loads.
I nodded, probably trying to reassure myself more than Todd. “Well, I like what you’re doing.”
“Um…” Todd said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
I smiled at him, hoping I was encouraging. “What is it?” I asked.
He locked eyes with mine and then seemed to make a decision. “How about we get dinner one evening, and I can tell you more about what I have in the works?” Todd said.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot again, and I couldn’t help but find it adorable.
So, I pretended I didn’t feel the trepidation that was gathering in my gut.
“I’d like that,” I finally said.
Todd smiled, and I did too.
Tried to ignore the pit in my stomach.