NASA Ames
Standing here waiting for Courtney to come with coffee. She always tries to get over on me when it's her turn to bring coffee she swears she always forgets. Not today, she will be buying coffee from the shop in the cafe.
I was standing here on my phone just scrolling through a dating site, looking at the messages I have sent to women. My profile says that I am transgender but even on this site, they don't respond.
"Hey, Alex," Matt said walking up to me.
"Hey, morning. How are you?" I asked.
"I am doing good, how was the week?" He asked.
"Shoot, not bad. Kenji is getting released tomorrow."
Matt and my older brother Kenji went to school together. Matt went to college, Kenji joined a gang.
"Make sure to tell him I said hello, and welcome home. I will unlock your office for you and start getting everything set up," he said.
"Thank you, Brian is down there make sure he stays out of my candy jar please?"
He laughed as he walked away, "will do," he replied.
It was busy everyone coming in to get the work day started.
"Hey, bestie," Courtney said bringing me out of my phone as she walked up with Staffani, who smiled but kept walking with her dog and all her folders in her arms.
"Coffee?" I asked and she laughed as I took one out of her hand.
"Of course, I got you coffee," she replied, taking my arm in her as we started to walk.
"Thank you, how was your weekend?" I asked taking a sip of the coffee.
"Good, I met up with Tori. Why didn't you tell me she said she was interested?"
"Well, for what? I mean, I knew it would happen. All of you can now stop setting me up on blind dates."
"Please no, I will help you get laid for your birthday, this year."
"Court, it's not about just getting laid. I'm single as hell, always and forever. Now I will go to work, thanks for the coffee bestie," I laughed mocking her voice.
She gave me the finger as I walked backwards away from her.
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Feelings
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