I sighed in defeat and surrendered to her flawless logic.
“Fine, I’ll do it. You can stop the gentle nagging now.”
“I’m simply pointing out a more effective way to manage your valuable time, Miss Feymere.”
“I wonder what kind of man will end up being your boyfriend someday,” I said suddenly, struck by curiosity.
“I’m not sure I follow your meaning, Miss Feymere.”
“What happens if your hypothetical boyfriend runs late for a date?” I wondered aloud with genuine amusement. “Will you break up with him for disrupting your schedule? Speaking of which, do you actually have a boyfriend currently?”
“A romantic relationship is not part of my strategic plan for this particular phase of my life,” Gwen answered in her characteristic tone.
I laughed despite myself at her robotic r
