Later that evening, almost closing time.

Beauty was at her desk, the glow of the computer screen illuminating her face. She can't stop overthinking about how she would go about asking Bruno to accompany her to the high school reunion. 

Every time she imagined what his response would be, her pulse raced uncontrollably. 

Frustrated, she rested her head on the desk, trying to get rid of it all. 

"Can't wait to go home. Somehow, I had successfully managed to avoid ...