Rebecca and Veronica were sleeping in the same room that morning.

“How did you even meet Benjamin? You said it happened at a bar, but you didn’t give me the details,” Veronica said. She was purposely asking about Benjamin so that her sister will think back on those times and move on. ‘I mean, you’re the type who says that even chatting for someone a bit long at work is unprofessional. And you’re definitely not the type to go to a bar, so it’s really surprising and puzzling that you met him at a bar.”

“Well, something about him was different. I wasn’t expecting to meet anybody that night, to be honest, but then when I saw him, something changed. I won’t call it an instant connection, but he drew me in, and after we sat at the same table, he began to crack simple jokes, and he didn’t praise my beauty too much like most other men do,” Rebecca said, smiling. “But he did ask me if I was married and not if I had a boyfriend or not. It seemed like his intentions were pure and straightforward