I smiled. Not forced or sarcastic — just calm.
“Dear Joan, it’s the same name as the last 20 times. ‘Brittany.’ I’m surprised you can remember every man’s name in this room but not mine.”
You could have heard a pin drop!
Joan’s smile cracked, just slightly.
Her eyes widened again, but this time there was no innocent sparkle behind them. David turned his head toward her slowly, his expression unreadable.
He said, flat and low, “Yeah… that’s not a great look.”
That was it.
No lecture, no fury. Just those words, dropped like a stone in a still pond!
Joan opened her mouth. “I — I have ADHD.
I swear it’s just — when I’m overwhelmed—”
But the moment had already passed. No one was buying it now!
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