in the military. When he shipped out, I moved in to help with the kids.”
“That’s really nice,” Ryan said.
Poppy nodded in agreement. “It’s nice for me too. A little break from living alone.”
“So, you normally live alone?”
First Megan, now Ryan. Why was everyone so vicariously interested in her love life—or rather, her un-love life? “Normally.”
“So, you’re single…temporarily.”
Did every guy she worked for have to start hitting on her? Weren’t there any attached guys to work for in Seattle? Someone safe who wouldn’t make her feel inadequate about her inability to commit to anyone or anything?
But she was working on that by sticking with this very job, she reminded herself.
“That would be correct.” Poppy didn’t mean to sound short, she just didn’t know what else to say. She barely knew Ryan. And he was still her boss, even if it was for a short time. Her rules still applied.
“Sorry, I—I don’t mean to pry. It’s just you’d fit well into our test group.”
“What?” Test group? Now that was one she hadn’t heard before.
“My app. Food with Friends.” Ryan pointed to his smartphone. “So, say you’re dining alone, and you log into our app. You can find other people nearby that are dining alone and don’t want to. Boom. You’re having food with friends.”
Relief washed over Poppy. He wasn’t hitting on her. He was just talking about his job again. For once, she was grateful that Ryan was a workaholic. “Sounds kind of amazing. Better than Food with Enemies.”
“Oh, that’s my next app.” They both laughed at the same time. “Anyway, this company, Yamoharo Global, is considering buying us, which would expand us into foreign markets.”
Poppy grabbed a marker and began to label the lunch bags. She could almost feel Ryan’s enthusiasm for his product. “So, it’s kind of huge?”
“Yeah, my big presentation for it is next Friday night.”
“Halloween?”
“Yeah…” A frown crossed Ryan’s face and he suddenly lost all traces of the confidence in his product that had been there only moments before. “I forgot about that. I don’t think the Japanese celebrate it.”
“Well, we do celebrate it here.” Poppy felt that, for the kids’ sake, she needed to remind Ryan. Without any decorations anywhere in the Larson home, it seemed like fall and Halloween didn’t even make it on the calendar.
Ryan’s phone beeped. He looked at the phone and swiped. His eyes scanned whatever had popped up on the slick screen. “I’ve gotta run.”
“Here!” Poppy handed him a brown paper bag labeled “Ryan.”
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