Jennie
The next day, work is slow-going. Time seems to creep by. I entertain myself by thinking of ways to mess with Lisa and checking my phone obsessively for a text from her.
She doesn't text, much to my disappointment, but I imagine being CEO of a company must be time-consuming. I'm sure she doesn't have time to sit around flirting via text all day.
But later in the afternoon I get a message from an unknown number.
Hae-in: Go really far with her and at the last second tell her you're on the rag.
What?? Is this guy serious? Did Jisoo give him my number?
I reply.
Jennie: What if Lisa doesn't mind that? Then what would I do?
Hae-in: All of us mind that.
I want to argue with him, but seeing as how I don't actually know if guys mind it or not, I feel like I'm out of my element and leave it alone.
I didn't take any pain pills while at work because they make me incredibly drowsy and incoherent. I spent the majority of the day lightly using my hand; my only relief from the pain was a few Aleve. By the time I get home, my wrist is in full-throb mode and killing me.
Last night I only took one Percocet. Today, I pop two.
I decide that tonight I'll order takeout and watch season four of Lost. The DVD is still sitting unopened in my entertainment stand. I pop the first disc in before ordering, anxious to get started.
Anxious to see a little more of Sawyer. Sigh...
I can feel my eyelids getting heavy as time passes. I feel light, like I'm floating on a cloud. I feel strangely giddy...
My phone rings. I nearly fall off the couch trying to retrieve it from the table.
"Hello?" I gush, all breathless from the exertion.
"Jennie? You okay?"
It's Lisa! My giddy subconscious does a little happy dance. And why am I so happy to hear from her?
"I'm fine. Sorry. How was your day?"
"Busy, but good. How was yours?"
"Slow and boring."
"What are you doing now?"
"Watching Lost."
"Is that what has you all hot and breathless?"
Hehe...Lisa said "hot."
"Maybe."
"You know Hurley dreamed up the whole island, right? It's all a dream."
"Lisa!" I admonish with a giggle. "I know for a fact that isn't true. I'm already on season four and I've seen that episode. But you still lose cool points for trying to ruin it for me."
She laughs. "I'll earn them back. Don't worry. Is your day better now that you're watching Lost?"
"Yeah, I guess so. What are you doing tonight?"
"I have another meeting. I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice before I go."
"You're quite the charmer, Ms. Manoban."
"Can I call you around this time tomorrow? Or do you have plans?"
"No, no plans. You can call." I'm already looking forward to it...though maybe I should have said I have plans so I don't seem so pathetic. Damn it, I'm never thinking! But I guess it doesn't matter what she thinks. If I take Hae-in's suggestions, I'll soon be a dirty slob with a smelly cat who's on the rag.
"All right then. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Enjoy your TV show."
"Oh, I will. Enjoy your meeting."
She laughs. "I'll try. I'll probably think of you through most of it."
Oh, what a smooth talker! It's easy to see how she has such an effect on women - under normal circumstances I wouldn't stand a chance.
Once we hang up I stretch out on the couch but can no longer concentrate on the show. Damn her for making me lose my focus. Strangely, all I can do is imagine her beautiful face...
A knock at the door interrupts my daydreaming, and I hasten to answer it. My door isn't locked, as usual - I really need to start exercising safety when I'm alone - but a quick peek through the peephole reveals a middle-aged man holding a massive bouquet of flowers.
Holy shit...are those for me? I swing the door open and the man regards me with indifference.
"Miss Jennie Kim?" he asks.
"Yes..."
"I have a delivery for you." Hell yes, he does. He hands me the flowers and they're quite heavy - it's a gorgeous arrangement of red Stargazer lilies and white roses. I place them on the kitchen counter and notice a small card sticking out at the top - I can't wait to rip into it. The delivery man lingers in my doorway.
"Can I get your signature, Miss?" he asks, handing me a clipboard with a sheet of paper attached. I sign it quickly and send him on his way.
I know these have to be from Lisa. Who else? The last flowers I received were from my father when I graduated college and his bouquet didn't even come with a vase. I'm assaulted with the delicious fragrance of the lilies as I open the card.
Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman. I thought about you all day. – Lisa.
Beautiful. I roll the word around in my head. Lisa seems to like it...she certainly uses it plenty. And I like it, too, for that matter, especially when it's rolling off her perfect lips.
I consider messaging her to say "Thank you" but figure she is probably in the meeting she told me about...if she really has a meeting. Perhaps she has another date? I sigh and shake my head asI wish, more than anything, that she was trustworthy.
