Chapter 73: The Fork in the Road and Other Poor Life Choices
Finn awaited her answer. How come he never asked for her name?! That was just criminal. Or at the very least... morally offensive. Possibly punishable by public flogging. Or a slap on the wrist from a slightly disappointed grandmother.
But then she finally said it—and Finn’s heart downshifted so hard it did a burnout.
"My name is... Elise."
Finn wanted to keel over and die right there. Just collapse on the floor like a Shakespearean idiot. He had completely fallen for an underpaid, average-looking, overworked elf receptionist.
While he had a literal goddess in his party—one with unreal curves, supernatural beauty, and divine-level ass physics—his heart decided this tired elf girl in a uniform did it for him.
What a guy.
Truly, the patron saint of average taste and even worse decisions.
But still... why was Elise being so nice to him now?
When they’d first met, she had the personality of a DMV worker during a power outage. Deadpan. Dismissive. Done with his entire existence. Now, she was being—dare he say it—sweet?
’How strange...’ Finn thought. But he didn’t ask. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. Or pry too much. Or realize it was all a prank and she secretly hated him. That would suck.
He felt... embarrassed? Nervous? Aroused? Honestly, who knew anymore.
In any case, Finn gave her a genuine thank you for everything she’d done. Again