C504 Bold Rejection

Michael pointed to the empty seat to his left, and I shook my head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. I picked up my fishing rod and switched seats, then, with Victoria's help, I baited myself again, lowered my fishing rod, and sat at the side chatting with Michael while looking at my fishing rod.

If I was allowed to idle around like this for a few days, I might not even want to return home