CHAPTER TEN : CRICKET MOMENT
As if heaven’s is at my side, it was Victor who welcomed me when I stepped down the bus; he’s leaning by the bus stop pole holding a cup of untouched coffee.
“Morning Ms. Allen.” He greeted harmoniously, his voice alone is music to my ear. Ok, I really have it this bad with the man.
“How do you do Mr. Lopez? And why are you leaning by the pole at this shed? I quizzed him.
“Catching the eight o’clock sun.”
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow at him disapprovingly,
“And waiting for you.” There. There it is again, his brazen speeches that have hazy depths. I just breathe the air out my mouth rather than choke of it. He handed the coffee to me and too much to my expectations, it’s my favourite flavour and it is named for me, I blush at his thoughtfulness but just thanked him.
Seriously, Victor.
“See you at ten, Ms. Allen.” and he waved goodbye as he walks towards his room,
“See you at ten, Ms. Allen.” Someone said mockingly behind me, I turn eagerly and see Dean almost making out with the wall with his body almost one with the wall,
“Tsss.. Eavesdropper!” I hissed at him; he gave me a sharp stare and won’t let me come inside our office.
“And since when did you became Mrs. Lopez?” he snidely commented while circling me, but I immediately grab his arm and drag him inside our very cosy office.
Jeanny eyes us speculatively and Dean’s mouth started to fire. Sometimes having a gay friend delivers you trouble. Just sometimes. I love Dean and his sharp tongue. I love him and his speculative eyes. I love being with him and Jeanny.
“It’s just a coincidence that we came in together.” I explained knowing that Dean’s firing comment attracted also Isaac’s attention. He’s a close guy friend but recently, I am really feeling awkward around him, he looks like there’s some glint in his eyes that tells me to stay away and be careful, and because of that I avoid him for several days now.
“Lay to rest your fiery tongue Ms. Thomas,” Dean loves to be acknowledge as a “she”, ”Good morning everyone, and let’s start to work. Chop, chop, chop!”
Jeanny then push her office chair towards my table and rests her hands on it as if interrogating me,
“What’s up with you and Isaac?” she whispers with a tilt of her head to his location, I look jiffy at his back and stare back to the exotic beauty in front of me,
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