Chapter 5

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:guilt and pleasure:

~Estella's pov

There was no meeting, I just had to get out of that room before I would sob in front of him.

I sat in the break room crying quietly when a male co-worker came in. "Are you alright?" He asked. "I'm okay. "I wiped my tears away, smiling. "Coffee?" He offered me a cup of coffee. "Thank you. "I smiled. He sat with me, and I and we chatted a while. His name was John Cass, he worked down in technical, he was 25. He made me feel nice and warm. Not how like Miguel had made me feel not even 10 minutes prior. "This might not be a good time... but would you go on a date with me?" He asked. "Its just your a very strong and beautiful woman, I couldn't help but ask" he blushed embarrassed. 

The coffee warms me, I find myself enjoying the tastes, and it even helps me calm down. Johns company makes me smile, making me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time.

John was kind. He was making me feel better after a long while of heartache and pain. I hadn't gone out with anyone in a while, but this guy seemed different, "why not?" I agreed.

It might help me get over Miguel, I think to myself

As we went on our date, we quickly realized that we just wanted to be friends with benefits. I was okay with this. Neither he nor I was ready for a relationship. But no matter how many times I went back to John, I couldn't get over Miguel. It was like a knot in my chest ,every time I felt guilty.

It's now around February, and as I walk into my office, I notice a small vase on my desk with the darkest red roses I've ever seen, attached to one of the stems is a note written on it is-

-M

Did Miguel get these for me? A wave of chills were sent down my spine, re-awaking feelings I had long forgotten. Whether or not there from Miguel, it's still very beautiful. I flip the note over, and in the corner is the tiniest heart drawn in pen. My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I have another chance? I hope to myself. I blush and but the note is in my purse and set the vase neatly on my desk. I start to work as I know Miguel has a later shift than I did that day. I couldn't help but smile every time I saw the flowers.

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