The Secret Files

At My Place (2)

At My Place (2)

'Lorenzo'

I've always admired that weird awkward loner I've been steadily working with at some shady company who didn't know how to properly address their employees' security and personal welfares and how to better maintain and improve the workplace as a whole.

In high school, I've always been called the weird bespectacled yet very intelligent and emotionally immature and emotionally unstable guy who didn't know any better than to just piss off people for the sake of fun and casual vengeance. I've had my own fair share of shady partners as well as more shady friends who have only tried to use me because I had more earnings than them. The more I look into my past, the more embarrassed I felt on the inside. I should've surrounded myself with better people.

In university, I followed the same exact formula except I could've just fucked around more if I absolutely needed to do it. I couldn't force myself to be attracted to women. I've always thought they were fucking gorgeous compelling, and mysterious, but falling in love with them was something that's really kicking me hard in the ass no matter how much I try not to think about it.

"Lorenzo!" That immediately snapped me back to reality. It was my boss, Claire, who had absolutely nothing better to do than to just kiss me goodbye when I was just dreaming about it. "What the hell are you staring around for? Are you gay or something?"

Yes, Claire. I am, in fact, a lonely, depressed homosexual, and a hopeful romantic with absolutely nothing better to do than to just stare at the person right in front of me. "I'm busy, Madame. I've been working. Same old stuff. What else do you need from me?"

She began eyeing my computer monitor suspiciously. "Alright then. But I need you to get them done at least before the week ends."

"Sure," was all I could manage to say to her.

I went back to typing on my keyboard. I just couldn't get my thoughts off this person no matter how much I tried not to. They're occupying every single fiber of my own well-being and existence and it was really starting to bother me deep down. I decided to just walk over to their desk. Even the organ right in front of me couldn't resist the temptation and the indirect seduction any longer.

"Uh, hi," I awkwardly greeted in response to how weird this person was looking through me like I was window being forcefully snatched open to let some fresh air pass through. "I'm Lorenzo. And you are?"

"Brent," he said. His voice sounded too deep for own liking. It almost felt like I couldn't breathe while he's around. "You're new around here?" Of course he had to ask me that question. Of course I was nothing to him but an invisible bubble prone to bursting at any second.

"I've been working here for two years. I've also worked as a waiter and was also part of the clean-up crew." My resume wasn't that impressive to begin with, but even Claire didn't seem to mind my own inaccuracies and failure to comply with what's typically expected from job applicants around my age. And that age will never be disclosed due to personal reasons. "Uh, I know this is weird and insulting, but are you interested in hanging out with me? Like later today? At my place?"

Brent looked at me like I was stupid and he couldn't contain the amusement and embarrassment that was starting to look evidently clear on his face. "Sure."

"You don't have a girlfriend, right?" I just had to ask him out of curiosity.

"What?" He looked absolutely dumbfounded. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. I've had a boyfriend, but we've already broken up by now."

"Oh." A sudden surge of relief and a brief sense of excitement rushed through me. "I see."

Brent tried his best not to laugh at me directly, and I couldn't help but agree with what he's feeling deep down. "At your place then?"