‘Not even a husband to take care of you?’ I ask, nudging at her elbow.
‘Not particularly. Good men are hard to find, no?’ You giggle. ‘Yes, I know I’ve been working there for two years now. But that’s all I know. I don’t even know what I actually like doing.’
You pause to aim your gaze at the sea. ‘How about you?’
‘Well, I suppose I want to build something of my own. So maybe I’ll set up my own business.’
‘Oh, is that why you’ve been staying back every Thursday with
‘Yes, to learn accounting. Though I’ve been hearing nasty things from the other girls about me, with him being married and all. They even talk about it while they’re in the washroom and–’
You suddenly cup my cheeks, your hands warm against my skin. ‘Stop listening to what they have to say! You’ll never achieve something big if you keep listening to people with small minds.’