C42 A slap in the library

Later that day, Darren Leister placed a friendly hand on Jane's shoulder heedless of her previous words.

“I will treat you to lunch.”

She shoved his hand away.

“I should be treating you after all those times you've helped me…”

He chuckled. “So you do not hate me after all. Don't tell me you are fond of me?”

“I didn't catch that. What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

After they were done eating