Friday
I am so mortified. Why do these kind of things always seem to happen to me? Let me tell you what happened:
Kevin called me at work, about an hour after my lunch break. I stepped into the lunch room to take the call, my heart light as I began describing the underwear I was wearing—something playful and fun. Just as I was getting into it, I turned around and froze. There was Scott, standing in the doorway, holding his lunch. The tips of his ears were red, and I felt my knees go weak as my heart plummeted into my stomach.
“Um, Kevin, I gotta go. The dog is barking next door. Gotta g—bye,” I mumbled into my phone, my mind racing as I scrambled for an excuse. I had no idea what I was even saying anymore.
“Dog? What dog? Aren’t you at work?” Kevin’s voice sounded confused over the line, and I couldn’t help but let out a hysterical laugh.
“Haha, yeah. You too. Okay, bye!” I ended the call abruptly, my heart racing. I turned to find Scott still standing there, his expression a mixture of discomfort and embarrassment. He looked like he would rather be anywhere else than in a room where his ex-girlfriend was essentially having phone sex with her current fiancé.
“So... how long have you been standing there?” I asked, anxiety creeping into my voice.
“Long enough that I can’t meet your eyes right now,” he mumbled, his gaze dropping to the floor.
“Can we just pretend this never happened?” I pleaded, desperation lacing my tone.
“Please,” he replied, his own voice barely above a whisper.
The rest of the day felt unbearably awkward as we both tried to avoid each other. Every time I caught a glimpse of him, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I suspected he felt the same. Aisha even noticed the tension and called me into her office to ask why Scott was acting so weird around me.
I shrugged, forcing a casual smile. “Oh, I don’t know. Just one of those days,” I said, quickly changing the subject, not wanting to relive that mortifying moment.
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