A beautiful night turned sour

Andrew's POV

I had just finished talking with my father on the phone, assuring him that everything was fine. The media frenzy, the accusations, everything had been handled. As I dropped the call, my phone rang again. It was Sheila.

Coincidentally, I had thought to call her after speaking with my father over the phone.

“Hello, Andrew,” Sheila said softly, her voice wavering slightly. “I was wondering what you’d like for dinner tonight.”

A rush of warmth spread through me. Sheila was calling to ask about dinner? It was such a simple thing, but it felt a bit….intimate.

“Sheila, are you asking me what I’d like for dinner?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice tinged with a shy hesitation. “I thought… I thought it might be nice.”

“That sounds good,” I replied. “How about we have something simple? Maybe pasta?”

“Pasta it is,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll see you at home, then.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

As I hung up the phone, I felt a familiar feeling—som