Lost in You

Chapter 18

The next day at work, I'm still on a high from the skiing trip the day before. The first thing I did when we were back in the hotel was to tell Maja that I managed to ski down the hill and want to teach her as well. If I had it my way, we'd already be out there. Or at the competition that was happening as I was pushing my cart through the corridor. But this afternoon, there was no way we'd get away from work early. The morning had been busy and we needed to do the rooms now while everyone was gone. I have my phone on the top of my cart, waiting for it to vibrate. Sometimes I hear Maja turning on the TV in the rooms she's cleaning to get a few minutes of the competition. No one's around who would be bothered. It's windy. We'll have to wait sometime. It's the first update I get today. Then I'm not missing much? I tease back and open the next room. When I'm done with it and can steal another glance at my phone, he's written me again. Wait until they do let us jump. I still won't be able to see it. We're working. I text back and wonder since when I'm longing to see the competitions. I consider turning the TV in the next room on as Maja does but push the thought away again. I'm distracted enough as it is and I'm afraid I won't get done with my rooms before they come back if I'd start watching TV as well. I'll have to rely on Marius to tell me what's happening. Which means I keep glancing at my phone every time I need to get something from the cart, but he's not answering anymore. I take it as a good sign, that they can continue the competition. It also means that I can focus on my work again. Which works well until I arrive at his room. While I had no problem doing all the other rooms, going into his without him around feels wrong. Like I'm spying on him behind his back although he knows exactly that I'm cleaning here. I turn on the light and the first thing I see is a little note on the table that draws me towards it like it's magnetic. It's got a C on it and reminds me of the note he wrote me to meet him on the rooftop. But we're texting now, so what's the note for? Thanks for cleaning my room. I read when I turn the note around and smile. I take a picture of it. You're cute. This time it takes only a few seconds for him to respond. I haven't even put the note back down and started cleaning as I should do. I'm also second before the second round. He's sent a selfie of him smiling in the camera back while taking the lift back up to the hill. I wish I could be there. Is there anything you want in your room that I could get you? I write back and put my phone away to start working again. Him knowing I'm in his room now makes me feel a little bit better about it. We never really talked about the time I decorated his room. He said he appreciated it and I kind of shrugged awkwardly. Maybe it had been a little bit early, but I'm still glad I did it. But this time I'll ask him what he wants first before I dig up all kinds of weird things in the basement to decorate with. Maybe coffee again? Other than that I'm fine. And I'll keep you updated, it'll be like you're here. Sure. But you need to focus on the second jump, not on me. I don't want to be a distraction. Too late for that. The answer comes immediately as if he took no time thinking about it. I wish I had an answer as fast, but I'm frozen in the middle of the room, feeling my heart starting to beat faster and like the smile that is growing on my face will never leave. As long as you don't blame me for not winning later... Good luck. I send it off with a heart because words fail me. He doesn't answer anymore and I finish off his room to get to the next one quickly. He's distracting me as well. "Did you watch as well?" Maja calls to me from the other end of the corridor while putting dirty sheets into a bag. I hold up my phone for her to see it. "Didn't need to." Maja laughs. "That would explain why you're already so much behind me," she says and throws a satisfied look back over her shoulder to the rooms she's already cleaned. I don't have that much to show for and I still want to get the coffee I promised. In fact, I long to go back into his room, keep doing something in there to make it feel more like home for him. Because while he's gone at least I somehow felt connected to him in there. I shake my head and give my cart such a decided push that a few bottles topple over on it. I can't think like that. Not at work. Not ever. That can't be healthy. "Are you alright?" Maja shouts now, having seen my rocky start with the cart. "Only angry and determined to take you over one day," I shout back and she laughs again while I flee into the next room, leaving my phone hidden on the cart outside to keep it from distracting me this time.