The Eight-Minute Date: How I Fired My Arrogant Match
Language: en
A year ago, he threw out a casual, "I don't think we're a good fit," and walked away without looking back. There were two coffees on the table. He hadn't touched his. He left me the bill. A year later, he was standing at my office door. His face was ghost-white. His hands were shaking. "Ms.... Ms. Miller?" I looked at him and smiled. "Come in. And close the door."