Rip·tide noun
[ˈriptīd]
A dangerous area of strongly moving water in the sea, where two or more currents (= water moving in a particular direction) meet
I sat at my desk and stared off through the window. The distant ocean looked as lonely as I felt. I missed him. It had been 5 weeks since I had seen him, video chats notwithstanding. We talked every day, sometimes early, and sometimes late. The time difference added a secondary challenge to our long-distance relationship.
I was trying to find a week that I could take off to fly home and see him during the summer, but so far I hadn't been able to. Wedding season was upon us and I was booked solid for the next few months. I felt bad dumping all that on Heidi, so I didn't. My phone rang and snapped me out of my thoughts.
I took the call and made notes to put together a quote for a luau. They wanted the full package and then some. They wanted the world. They also wanted it on an already heavily booked weekend. I had to tell them no and offered to put them on my waitlist. They said OK, but didn't sound happy. For the first time, I didn't care.
That is what got my attention. I didn't care that a potential client wasn't happy. I would usually have done everything I could to make them happy. But something had changed. I had changed. I realized the client wasn't the most important thing. Yes, they were important. Very much so, but not the most important.
My phone rang again, and it was my love.
"MinMin! I miss you," I answered as if we hadn't talked in days.
"Cheonsa, I miss you too."
"How was your day? Were the kids good today?"
"They were amazing, especially Connor. He is doing great."
"I love hearing that. He has really blossomed since he started in your class. Thank you," I said softly.
We chatted about nothing in particular for a few minutes and then he said he had a surprise.
"I love surprises. What is it?"
"I have something in my hand that you would love to see." My thoughts turned X-rated immediately and I giggled. "Not that, you dirty girl. I'll send you a photo. Jamkkanman," he didn't even realize that sometimes he spoke Korean. I didn't mind, and I understood what he said anyway.
"I can't wait... and you can send a pic of the other thing too... for later," I giggled again. Our phone sex sessions were nice but nothing close to the real thing. The photo came through and I enlarged it. "Is that a plane ticket? A plane ticket to LAX? Seriously? You are coming to see me?" I was up and bouncing around the room.
"Yes, as soon as school wraps and I finish up, I am coming for 2 weeks," he paused. "I should have asked first, I am sorry. Is it OK?" He sounded apologetic.
"Of course it is OK! I will have to work some, but there's plenty to do while you wait on me."
"I just want to see my angel," my heart melted.
After we hung up, I twirled around the room giggling. "Three weeks! Only three weeks until I see my boyfriend!" I sang into the empty room. Heidi came in and looked at me like I had something growing out of my head. I told her and she got excited with me.
"Finally. You've been like a lost puppy for weeks now. Are you going to take some time to spend with him?" she asked.
"A little, but we have so much going on right now. It will be hard to take much."
"Hannah, I can handle it. You have trained me well. I know how to do it your way."
"Maybe, let's see how crazy it is then. You know I don't like dumping it all on your shoulders." Heidi shrugged and went on about her work.
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New Beginnings
FanfictionWhen Hannah Song comes home to take care of her nephew, she doesn't expect to fall for his teacher. A new AU fanfic featuring Changkyun as Hannah's best friend and Minhyuk as the love she never knew she was looking for. Featuring OT7 Monsta X as su...
