Sheldon sat down behind his desk. He didn’t eat any sunflower seeds. That’s how I knew something was up.
“I need a favor, Brent,” he said.
“Sure. What do you need?”
He hesitated. He took his reading glasses off his head and turned them over in his hands.
“My daughter’s prom is tomorrow,” he said. ShopParty Decor
I’d seen her around the office several times. She’d come by after school sometimes to get a ride home, or to drop off lunch for her dad. She’d sit in the front office doing homework with her earbuds in. Once, she’d helped Rosa re-file about three hundred invoices when the filing cabinet broke.
We’d said hi a handful of times. Maybe “nice weather” once. That was about it. We barely knew each other.
“The boy she was supposed to go with backed out,” Sheldon went on. “Last minute. And now she doesn’t have a date.” He put his glasses back on his head. “I want you to take her.”
