I'll Be Seeing You

Tacos and Tequila

"So, how is it going?" It was Monday morning and Lydia pulled her weary eyes away from the computer screen to see a text from Kit.

"It's not," she texted back.

"Fuck him, then," she sent back immediately. Lydia's phone began to ring as Kit's face graced the screen.

"Hey, give me two seconds," she whispered into the phone quickly, grabbing her coat as she made her way towards the exit. Looks like she was taking an early lunch.

"Fuck him," Kit repeated into the phone as Lydia stepped into the elevator. "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him."

"Hold on, Kit, one sec," Lydia replied as a few people joined her in their descent to the lobby. Exiting the building, she started walking toward Rockefeller Center.

"Okay, I'm outside. You may continue."

"Fuck him," Kit screeched. "I can't believe he did this to you. Showing up all prince charming and then he's a frog by morning. I mean honestly, what is wrong with him. And the BAGEL. Do not even get me started about the bagel.

Lydia reminded herself that it was never a good idea to stress text Kit after something major. She had spent the majority of her Sunday evening sending rapid fire messages giving Kit the play by play. The most significant being that Jamie had thrust a butter soaked, greasy wrapped bagel into her hands and shown her the door.

"Don't get hung up on the bagel. It's bigger than that. He used me Kit and I let myself be used. I'm such an idiot."

"Woah there—you are not an idiot!"

"I am. What was I thinking going home with him? He sits four desks down from me. I keep looking over the cubicle wall to see if he's shown up."

"You were thinking, here's a hot, handsome man and he's flirting with me. Don't beat yourself up about it. Have you seen him today?"

"No, he hasn't shown up to the office." Lydia fought down the disappointment she felt thinking that. As angry as she was with herself and partially with him, she wanted to see him. She wanted to know she had been on his mind.

"If I were him I'd be hiding. He has to understand that what he's doing isn't cool. You don't sleep with someone and then kick them out. Especially when you know you're going to run into them. You're not a stranger. He probably has seen you more in the last two weeks than he's seen his mother in two months!"

"You're right. I know you're right. I feel gross you know? Like I did something wrong but I didn't. This is a crappy Monday and now I have to go back in." She looked at her watch, she couldn't waste any more of her day on this.

"Okay, let me know if you run into him. Love you!"

"Love you too." She felt defeated. Hanging up the phone, she sat back and looked around. Something wasn't adding up. He hadn't called her after their date. He only showed up to the bar because Tim was there. Maybe he wasn't interested or maybe, he was seeing someone else. She toyed the idea around in her mind. It seemed plausible and if that was the case, he should have the decency to just say so and not leave her in this state of misery.

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Coming back to her desk after a meeting, she found a new email from Susan: "Hey Lydia, I've got tickets to a black-tie charity event this Saturday, and I wanted to know if you would like to go? A bunch of people from C.K. will be there, and it's always a pretty fun event. I'm on the committee and have an extra ticket if you're around." Tina wasn't at her desk so Lydia wrote back eagerly, "Hi Susan, that sounds great. Let me know the time. I'm looking forward to it!"