Imperfect Hearts

4

"Naomi!"

I was about to reach my desk after lunch when I heard Chase's voice.

"Chase, hey. How did the hangover treat you?"

"Like a bitch."

"What do you know? You were passed out the moment you got in my car." Emmie appeared behind him, smacking his head. "And before your roommate carried your ass inside, you puked on my shoes."

I couldn't help but laugh. I love this duo. She's so caring and he's so damn careless.

"Eh, yada, yada, yada." He rolled his eyes before looking at me. "Gus was asking for you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he wants to know if you cook like you bake and if you do, he can't wait for a good homemade meal." He chuckled. "Also he said, and I quote, 'I hope my wife never hears that.'"

"I cook, but I'm not a great cook. So, I'm sorry to disappoint Gus." It's like God gave me baking skills in return for the cooking skills that he took away. That's probably why I'm too lazy to cook.

"Oh, bummer. But you know what? Emmie makes kickass food, I've tried it. But she keeps it a secret, 'cause she doesn't wanna cook for everyone here."

"That's not true." Another smack for Chase from Emmie. "I do when I invite them for dinner. I just say my mom did everything."

"If Gus knows it's Emmie, he'll move in with her and his wife won't be happy." He shrugged making her frown.

"Poor Betty. You sound like she's a witch. Trust me, Naomi. She's as nice a human can be." Emmie shook her head as if she was disappointed in Chase.

I realised that's a frequent thing.

"Oh, and next time we-" He stopped whatever he was about to say and stood straight with a bright smile.

"Good afternoon," he said and we frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, you too Chase." A deep voice came from behind us, and there stood out boss.

"How's that website for...what was that restaurant's name?" He asked Emmie.

"I... don't remember? I haven't started it yet, I'll start right now." Emmie fumbled with words, realising we all were just sitting here, talking instead of working.

"No, don't hurry." Our boss chuckled. "I was just asking. You can start when you're ready."

"Yeah, okay, thanks." She mumbled with a sheepish smile but rushed to her desk anyway. And then, he turned to me.

"Miss Novák, I'm going home. So, if anyone calls, say I'm in a meeting or something. And if no calls, you can go home." He said with a smile.

Free time. A lot of free time.

And unfortunately, Mr Sinclair's unavailability means someone's going to call me a bitch today.

To my surprise, only one woman was angry enough to curse and she went for 'Jesus fucking Christ, woman!'

Yay me.

Coco:  call me when you're free.      Coco:  I need to vent

"Hey, what's up?" I asked when she answered before the second ring.

"Okay, confession time. Don't say it to mom, but I kinda feel this pull towards our neighbour."

"Oh, the new guy who just moved in?" I asked and she hummed a yes.

She did mention a new hot neighbour a month ago.