he is curious about, but it makes me even more nervous than I was just moments ago. "I'll write up a schedule for you, too, and I'll have it in your office by the end of your shift. Are you good to be here until five?" Again, I nod. "Good," he answers.
We have a staring match. The intensity sending a charge between us I'm not sure I like. He confuses me. Stresses me out. Scares me. But he's nice. Almost too nice. I like looking at him. Actually, I love looking at him. Maybe this is what Stephanie meant by me having the best view. I get to see Roman even more than she does.
Taking his hand out of his pocket, he taps his knuckle on the desk before he turns to leave. "I'll see you around three then. I'm out of here at four," he says over his shoulder, not looking at me.
"Mr. Pelletier," I yell out. I call him that because Stephanie does. I'm working for him now, it’s the professional thing to do, even if it feels weird coming out of my mouth.
He pauses but doesn't say anything.
"Have you seen Blaise today?" His body stiffens. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. He doesn't do anything. "I only ask because I tried calling him last night but he didn't answer. I'm not sure where in the building he actually works."
Without turning around, Roman actually answers. "He'll be in later." It’s not the answer I was looking for, but it’s an answer I guess. He starts walking out but pauses just before turning the corner. I see him glance at me, but he doesn't make actual eye contact with me. "Call me Roman."
Then he is gone.
On my lunch break I try to call Blaise again to no avail. I end up calling Clarissa instead, not knowing what to do on an hour lunch break. I'm not even sure our office has a lunch room. Instead of looking, I just got into the car and drove to the closets fast food restaurant.
"Hello," Clarissa answers groggy. It sounds like she just woke up.
"Morning sunshine!" I tell her in a cheerful voice.
"Ugh," she groans in response. I can't say I blame her. I've done my fair share of sleeping in this summer. I've felt like if I couldn't sleep in now, I never would. "What?"
Her voice becomes snappy. "Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios this morning?"
"Ha." The phone becomes muffled as she moves around in her bed, probably sitting up. "How is your first day?"
"Weird."
"Weird?"
"Good."
"Uh. Is it weird or good?"
"Both." I laugh awkwardly.
"Okay," she says, pulling the word out. "I don't get it."
"It's been okay. Slow. It’s been a learning process. I'm on lunch right now. I think I'll like it. My boss is really nice."
"I guess that is a positive. You and Blaise have any hot office sex yet?"
Of course Clarissa would immediately think something like that. "No!" I nearly shout.
"Oh, come on. You know you need to. At least once. In the office, in the supply closet, elevator, bathroom. There are many choices there."
"One, I don't need to be fired. And two, please tell me that you haven't had sex at work."
She giggles on the other line. She doesn't even work per say. She is a candy striper. Also known as a volunteer at the hospital. In a disinfectant place where people are dying every day, and while those are dying, others are fighting for their lives. Not exactly an appropriate places to have sex.
When she doesn't respond
We have a staring match. The intensity sending a charge between us I'm not sure I like. He confuses me. Stresses me out. Scares me. But he's nice. Almost too nice. I like looking at him. Actually, I love looking at him. Maybe this is what Stephanie meant by me having the best view. I get to see Roman even more than she does.
Taking his hand out of his pocket, he taps his knuckle on the desk before he turns to leave. "I'll see you around three then. I'm out of here at four," he says over his shoulder, not looking at me.
"Mr. Pelletier," I yell out. I call him that because Stephanie does. I'm working for him now, it’s the professional thing to do, even if it feels weird coming out of my mouth.
He pauses but doesn't say anything.
"Have you seen Blaise today?" His body stiffens. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. He doesn't do anything. "I only ask because I tried calling him last night but he didn't answer. I'm not sure where in the building he actually works."
Without turning around, Roman actually answers. "He'll be in later." It’s not the answer I was looking for, but it’s an answer I guess. He starts walking out but pauses just before turning the corner. I see him glance at me, but he doesn't make actual eye contact with me. "Call me Roman."
Then he is gone.
On my lunch break I try to call Blaise again to no avail. I end up calling Clarissa instead, not knowing what to do on an hour lunch break. I'm not even sure our office has a lunch room. Instead of looking, I just got into the car and drove to the closets fast food restaurant.
"Hello," Clarissa answers groggy. It sounds like she just woke up.
"Morning sunshine!" I tell her in a cheerful voice.
"Ugh," she groans in response. I can't say I blame her. I've done my fair share of sleeping in this summer. I've felt like if I couldn't sleep in now, I never would. "What?"
Her voice becomes snappy. "Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios this morning?"
"Ha." The phone becomes muffled as she moves around in her bed, probably sitting up. "How is your first day?"
"Weird."
"Weird?"
"Good."
"Uh. Is it weird or good?"
"Both." I laugh awkwardly.
"Okay," she says, pulling the word out. "I don't get it."
"It's been okay. Slow. It’s been a learning process. I'm on lunch right now. I think I'll like it. My boss is really nice."
"I guess that is a positive. You and Blaise have any hot office sex yet?"
Of course Clarissa would immediately think something like that. "No!" I nearly shout.
"Oh, come on. You know you need to. At least once. In the office, in the supply closet, elevator, bathroom. There are many choices there."
"One, I don't need to be fired. And two, please tell me that you haven't had sex at work."
She giggles on the other line. She doesn't even work per say. She is a candy striper. Also known as a volunteer at the hospital. In a disinfectant place where people are dying every day, and while those are dying, others are fighting for their lives. Not exactly an appropriate places to have sex.
When she doesn't respond
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