Imperfectly Right for Me

Twelve: I'm talking about you

Theo

Entry number one- hundred-sixty-three:

I don't get it. Why him? Seriously, he's a loser, Cass. What's he got that I don't? Money? Hell no, he works for me. Looks? Fuck no, have you seen my eyelashes? The only thing that Gary guy has on me is being friendly. But hell, I can be friendly.

For example, last month I fired someone on their birthday instead of the day their father died. See I can be friendly, right?

The door springs open and I quickly shut the journal. I look up, seeing Lily walk in as I put it away.

Before she left for lunch break, she told me she was going on a date with Gary from the third floor today and I've been frustrated about it ever since.

"Hey, Muffin!" She greets me

"How was your date with the loser, I mean Gary?"

She drops her bag next to her desk as she sits down. "It was great." She mumbles, avoiding eye contact with me.

When she begins fidgeting with her fingers, I know she is lying. "Lily." I deadpan.

She looks up, her eyes watering, "He never showed up, Muffin!" She replies, shaking her head as tears fall.

I stand up quickly and rush to her. Kneeling at her knee level, I take her head in my hands, making her look at me.

God, I hope I don't fuck this up

I was terrible at comforting people, but I wasn't going to sit here and let her cry, so I at least needed to try.

"Hey, hey, talk to me. What happened?" She continues shaking her head as she cries, and I lean closer. I hold her shoulders, making her stop, "Breathe, Lily, breathe."

Nodding, she wipes her tears and tries to calm down. She sniffs. "I went to the coffee shop where he told us to meet yesterday. I waited and waited, but he never showed up. I had even brought my fancy sandals!" She says, moving a strand of hair out of her face.

The asshole part of me was happy she didn't go on a date with that dick-head. But the soft part of me that seemed to only come out when Lily was around hated seeing her like this, especially about a man whose name was fucking Gary.

I rub her shoulders until she is fully calm. Once I know she is okay, I stand up. "I'll be back, alright? Just stay right there."

I walk out of the office hastily. Once I get to the elevator, I press the button number three irritatedly and when it finally reaches the third floor, I get out.

"If one of you don't tell me where Gary is, you're all goddamn fired."

The men and women point to a small office with the door closed and I make my way there. Opening the door, I find Gary leaning in his chair with a bag of pretzels.

He notices me and sits up quickly. "Mr. Acquire! Didn't expect to see you h-"

"Do you have a wife or a girlfriend, Gary?" I sit on his desk as he rushes up and stands in front of me.

He frowns, "No?"

"Children?"

"No?"

"Pet? Second job? Class?"

"No. I'm sorry sir, but why are you asking m-"

"Were you busy at all during your lunch break?"

"No. I was on the pho-"

I nod as I stand up. "Awesome, let's go Gary boy." I say, walking to the door.