Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

At noon, as Oliver pondered texting Josefina about lunch plans, his phone buzzed with a message from her. [Don't come over at lunch. I'll come over with some food.]

Oliver's heart swelled with joy, and he called out for George to come in. Upon entering, George noticed Oliver's look of sheer delight and had only one thought. Was Oliver about to strut his stuff like a peacock in full display?

"Sir, you look so thrilled and happy. Is Ms. Josefina coming over?" asked George.

Beaming with approval, Oliver exclaimed, "George, you're a sharp one. Josie's coming to see me - of her own accord, no less - and she's bringing lunch."

George used to think Oliver was a man of few words, but now he realized Oliver wasn't reticent. He simply had nothing to say to others. And now, look at him, chatting away like there's no tomorrow. Catching on quickly, George chimed in, "Congratulations! Ms. Josefina must be smitten with you to come all this way!"

he kept a few changes of clothes and suits, always ready for an impromptu outing. When he first took

on me?" Oliver inquired. A sharp outfit might earn him an

group discussion among colleagues about Oliver's fashion sense, George pointed to a suit and said, "The ladies at the office once said you looked stunning in that particular get-up. Especially with

was taken aback. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he'd been complimented

lady herself, is bound to feel the same. Maybe she'll even fall for you." "That's enough, you

shirt, topped off with a blue-checked waistcoat and covered by a neat blue blazer. His face

nines, Oliver headed down to the

wondering what kind of person

in a black short-sleeved dress walked through the door, Oliver's frosty demeanor melted in an instant. He approached