So the next day, Kate had meetings somewhere far away from the boy. And she drove to them with quite the smile on her face, quite the smile indeed. As your narrator, I can positively tell you that Kate was glowing.
She sat at her meetings that entire morning forcing herself to pay attention and take notes and not drift back to the memories of the night before. But the smiling? Yeah, she had no control over the smiling. At all. Whatsoever.
As though she were controlling the outcome of the day simply by being so elated, the meetings ended several hours early and Kate went back to her office. Where the boy was. She floated in and sat down to read her email but didn’t see the boy anywhere. She had to push that little rising of fear up and remind herself that this boy was not the boy from several years prior. This boy was a totally different boy and while he could still turn out not to be awesome, he wasn’t the same boy and she needed to stop freaking out.
A few minutes later the boy walked into her office and said hello. They chatted, just as the had been chatting from the beginning, as though nothing had ever happened. Except that the boy blushed when he met her eyes. Which made her smile.
A little while later, Kate was walking down the hallway and the boy called her into his office. He said he wanted to show her something. He plugged his flat screen monitor into his laptop which showed Kate what webpage he was looking at. And it was a page of socks that she had mentioned the night before when they were watching the movie.
This made Kate’s insides freak out a little. In a good way.
Kate really wanted to make plans with the boy for that night but had super big important plans for her weekend and couldn’t.
So she went home and ate Chinese food. And when she read her fortune cookie, which said something profound about the big decision she had just made that week, she texted it to the boy. He texted back and said it was indeed profound and that he was at a movie. So Kate got ready for bed and as she was going to sleep, she got a good night text message from the boy.
She probably could have survived the entire weekend on that text message alone. But she didn’t have to. He called her the next morning and left her a sweet message and then sent another text that afternoon and then the two of them talked that night. And again the next day.
Kate was, in a word: Smitten.

Labels: At work, Being a Chic, My pathetic excuse for a love life