should be alone together if they had any hope of hearing wedding bells in the future.
He hardly said anything in his car, either, apart from polite conversation about how nice I looked. I could tell he didn't mean it. Men have a way of calling you `nice' when they really mean they don't care how you look.
Anyway, he drove me to an expensive French restaurant where we spent some time having drinks and ordering food. All the conversation was of the polite kind, but I could tell he was getting ready to say something. Then he turned to me with a serious look on his face and spoke.
`Look Anna . . .' he began.
I knew it! He'd changed his mind and was trying to think of some excuse to get out of our evening together.
`. . . about today, at the factory,' he continued. `I don't know why I behaved like that.'
`I thought it was because you found me attractive, Mr Amos. And because you liked my perfume,' I said, wondering why the Intrigue I was wearing didn't seem to be having any effect on him. But it was obvious he hadn't been listening to me.
`Yousee,Anna,'hesaid,`ifwecanseethisas. . .as. . .' `As what, Mr Amos?' I asked.
He suddenly put on a smile. `As a reward for all your
hard work at the factory. After all, you are one of our best chemists. It's the least I can do to show how much I value your efforts. Have this meal on me! I'll pay for it!'
If the meal had been there it would really have been on him ± I would have thrown it at him! So he had changed his mind and now wanted to get rid of me. I didn't believe