Fifty shades of Phan

Chapter 19

(Photo credit to howellscollarbones )

This is the day, the day I get to go on a date with Dan, what do I wear? We're going to a cat café, so I don't want to over dress, but I do have work first, so I can't turn up in a track suit.

I pull out my phone and text Dan,
'What are you wearing for tonight??-Phil x'
I jig on the spot staring at my phone screen impatiently as I wait for Dan to reply. The speech bubble to show Dan is typing appears and then it disappears, exchanging it with,
'Clothes- Dan x'
I glare at my phone,
"Dannnn" I mutter under my breath, I don't have time for this, I'm meant to be at work in ten minutes and I'm still stood here in my boxers and a tie slung around my neck.
'I'm being serious!- Phil x'
It takes Dan a quarter of a second to reply
'So am I- Dan x'
I smash my thumbs on the screen, typing against the clock,
'if I look pathetic tonight I hate you- Phil x'
I sigh and put on my blue button up shirt, black bow tie (as bow ties are cool) and struggle into some black skinny jeans. I return to my phone and see that there is a message waiting from Dan, I open it and read-
'You sound like a woman- Dan x'
You did not just go there girlfriend, or I guess it's more potential boyfriend,
'Your mum sounds like a woman- Phil x'

'My mum is a woman you twat- Dan x'

'I'd sass your mum more but I'm already running late, I'll see you later- Phil x'

I lock my phone and run round the house doing all the necessary routine things, such as brushing my teeth and eating breakfast. By the time I've locked my front door I'm seven minutes late for work.

"Taxi!" I shout, hailing the car over, "The BBC please" I instruct, as I do up my seatbelt.
"There are severe roadworks on the east side of Paddington, and traffic is being diverted, so it may take a bit of time to get there" the driver explains as he speeds off towards my work.
"I'm already really late, is there any way to avoid the congestion?" I beg, and the driver looks around,
"I'll see what I can do for you" he nods and I thank him, leaning back in my chair.

After a few minutes of driving the car reaches a stand still traffic jam which doesn't look like it's moved for a good few hours.
"Sorry son, there's nothing I can do about this" The cabby apologises, and I nod,"Your best bet would be to run I'm afraid"
I look out my door, I'm about ten minutes away from the BBC, but I'm not entirely sure about where I'm going.

"Okay, I'll do that- thank you" I smile, pulling out my wallet,
"Oh no, your not paying me, I didn't get you to your destination" The driver refuses,
"I'd still owe you £7.34 for this distance though?" I point out,
"Well I'm not gonna make you pay today young man"

I thank the driver one last time, and I slide out the taxi, attempting to shut the door while running, but the door doesn't click shut so I have to awkwardly jog back and re-slam the door shut.

I dash down the road, following signs to porcelain place, until I recognise the roads around me. Crossing roads was easy as not one of the cars were moving.
The sound of cars honking and other commuters panting as they run swinging their briefcases in the desperate need to get to work.

Finally after what feels like an eternity the BBC finally appears in my view, but I sound like a steam train and my growing stitch hurts like hell.

Using the last of my strength, I stumble down the road and crash through the double doors,
"LESTER!" I'm greeted with the shout of my boss,
"Yes sir" I choke, struggling to find enough oxygen to finish my sentence,
"Your half an hour late!" He growls, and I nod,
"I'm so sorry sir, there was traffic and I- I"
"As you haven't ever been late I will let you off JUST THIS ONCE, but don't make it a habit Lester" My boss interrupts me, I have a name sir...

"Sign me in" I ask Becky and Jessica,
"Name?" Jessica asks,
"I thought you'd know my name after all the drama with Dan" I mutter under my breath,
"Excuse me?" Becky sighs, looking up from her nail filing,
"David!" She cries in excitement when she makes eye contact with me,
"It's Phil" I correct her,
"Phil!" She rephrases, and I roll my eyes at her,
"How's Mr Howell??" Jessica asks, and I nod,
"I'm sure he's alright, we're going to that cat café toni-" I realise what I've just said, and by the glinting looks on Becky and Jessica's faces, they heard too,
"The cat café!? OH MY GAWWD THAT'S LIKE SOOOOOO IN RIGHT NOW" Jessica squeals,
"Yea it's totes amazeballs" Becky agrees,
"Well, uh yeah..." I stutter,
"Omg Becky weren't we going to the cat café tonight?" Jessica grins and I glare at her,
"Babe we could have a front row seat of the phan date" Becky squeaks.

"Well, I heard that it's full so sorry you can't come" I try and talk the girls out of it,
"We can share a table!" Becky suggests, and Jessica claps her hands in excitement,
"No!" I shout, running into the offices, locking the door behind me with my ID card.

I sit down at my desk, and open up my spreadsheets I need to complete,
"Can Philip Lester please report to Becky and Jessica, thank you" a voice over the loud speaker rung, and all heads turn to face me,
Do I have toooo? A voice in my head asked, as if I was a four year old being asked to eat my vegetables.
I stand up and walk out of the glass container that they trap us employees in, and there is Becky and Jessica stood holding my phone.

"Reservations for two have changed to reservations for four" smirked Becky.