"Me, myself, and I, that's all I got in the end," I hummed to myself as I entered the dark museum. I set down the big cardboard box I carried in my hands on the floor so I could lock the glass doors behind me. I ordered a few things online to replenish some of the exhibits, as well as some new things for the Black-American Cowboy exhibit that was currently in the works.
The sound of my heels clacking against the ground echoed through the empty museum as I walked to my office, continuing to hum to myself. I walked into London's open office and set the box on her desk so she could start working on sorting and labeling when she got here. What I was surprised to see, though, was that my office door was also open. London kept her office open so Meech and I could go in and out as we needed when she wasn't there, but my office was closed 100% of the time I was away.
There was a janitor cart right outside my door, so I let out a sigh of relief when I realized someone was probably just taking out my trash. I walked in and saw the janitor setting a huge bouquet of bright red roses into the vase on my side table.
"Good morning," I said, startling him and making him turn around to me.
"Oh, good morning, ma'am. I'll get out of your way; I just didn't want these flowers to go bad sitting outside. I didn't know what time you usually got here."
"I'm not old enough to be a ma'am," I chuckled as I set the rest of my things on my desk. "I'm Indica. But uh...?" I gestured toward the flowers.
"These were sitting outside when I got here at 5am and they were addressed to you," he said as he brushed past me to exit.
"Oh. Okay, thank you. Have a good day," I replied picking up the beige card that was situated between the petals.
The janitor gave me weak smile and I listened as the sound of the wheels on the cart got further and further.
My name was written in the most beautiful calligraphy on the front of the card. I flipped it open and saw a small message in the same font.
I don't want to go another day without seeing you, so I hope you will accompany me tonight at 8pm. Dress up, preferably in black. A car will be to you by 7:30pm.
Nassau
I'm sure my cheeks turned just as red as the roses in front of me. I hadn't spoken to him since I stormed out of his house two nights ago, and the day after that, I was in court. He had crossed my mind more than a handful of times these past two days, but I just wasn't in the best headspace to reach out to him.
I pulled my chair out and sat at my desk, rummaging through my bag to find my phone. It was 7:19am, so I knew he was awake, probably in the gym.
It's only been two days, dork.
Two days too many.
Thank you for the flowers 🌹
I love them.
You're welcome. So will I see you tonight?
Where are we going?
I watched as the three dots that indicated he was typing vanished. I suppose I deserved it for ignoring him.
I made my way over to his Instagram. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted to see what he wore for that event he took Santana to. A lot of his pictures were posted by his manager or someone else on his team. The pictures and videos he posted himself were usually of him in the gym training.
