“Then what?” Beck continues.
“Nothing. I saw him numerous times in passing and he hasn’t acted strange at all. Not one bit.” I spread my hands out. “Completely normal.”
She frowns as we walk.
“He’s playing games,” Daniel chimes in. “It’s blatantly obvious.”
“I doubt it,” I pant. “And what happened to you on Saturday night, you didn’t come home?”
Daniel shrugs as he walks on. “A bit of this and a bit of that.”
“What does that mean?” Rebecca puffs. “Can we slow down? I’m about to go into cardiac arrest.”
“Did you go home with that couple?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Did you sleep with the guy or the girl?” Rebecca asks.
“A gentleman never tells.”
Rebecca and I exchange exasperated looks. “We need details,” I huff.
“Well, you’re not getting them,” Daniel fires back. “I had a wonderful night, is all you need to know.”
“So, you slept with them both,” I improvise.
“Who was better?” Rebecca says.
“Shut the hell up, I am not having this conversation,” he fires back to Rebecca. “Talk to your friend about grabbing her boss’s boner in a club and dousing it with ice.”
I put my hands over my eyes. I can’t actually believe I did that. “Stop talking about it!”
“Seriously, goals for sure,” Rebecca says, and we walk for a while. “So what are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “We only have one week left of work before Christmas shutdown.”
“That’s bad timing,” he replies.
“Why?”
“Well, the heat will die down, won’t it? He will have slept with someone else by the new year for sure.”
“If he hasn’t already.” I sigh.
“True,” Rebecca agrees.
“Like I care, anyway.” I continue to walk along as my mind begins to wander . . . Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.
It’s late and I hear a notification ping; I smile and get out of bed.
Edgar.
Hi Pinkie,
Sorry, I didn’t see your message until just now, I was working all weekend.
I roll my eyes. Liar.
That’s okay, I thought you must have had a hot and heavy weekend with your crush. How are you?
I see the dots as he types.
No hot and heavy this end. How was your date?
I frown. No hot and heavy . . . at all? Or no hot and heavy with your crush? I’m going to lie about my date.
Date was great, I’m a little smitten.
I smile as I wait for his reply.
Lucky you.
I frown and write:
So, you didn’t see your crush at all?
I did, we kissed.
I smile goofily, and reply:
And?
And nothing, she wants to play games and I’m not into it. I’ve lost interest.
My mouth falls open in horror. What the fuck?