Taste (Scomiche)

Work

No matter how hard I tried to listen to Kirstie's advice, it didn't work. Scott was on my mind all day.
I hung up the phone and immediately got dressed. My job required dressy clothes every day, but I wasn't much for suits. It was Friday so I figured I could be a bit more casual. Dress pants, but a sweater instead. The wind was getting outrageous and that could be my excuse. I mean, I worked in a huge company as a lowly secretary. No one would notice, much less care about what I was wearing. All I was, was a corporate nobody.
Quickly, I was out the door and in my car driving into the city. I followed the streets until I came across the huge glass skyscraper my job happened to be in. Parking, I got out, locked up the car, and headed inside to go up to the fifth floor. I greeted some people on the way in while finding my way to the fridge where I set my packed lunch. Everyone usually went out for their lunch break, but I stayed in. Because when everyone was out, that meant I basically had the whole floor to myself. Except for the weird mail room girl who thinks it's fun to flirt with me every time she delivers the mail. I can drop hints in every sentence and she still won't catch on to the fact I'm into men. But that's only five minutes of my time, and for the rest I'm in peace and quiet.
I went to my boss to get my general orders for the day and I threw myself into them. No matter what though, I couldn't get my mind off that stupid dream. I could feel Scott's warm touch just sitting at my desk. It creeped me out but also comforted me.
Eventually, since I was working extra hard, I finished all my tasks. I had made 300 copies, gotten three coffees for Mr. Marone, called several clients, organized the working space, and replied to multiple emails. There was nothing else to be done, but I wasn't allowed to leave early. I was forced to sit at my desk and look busy.
The only thing on my mind was Scott.
But I hadn't unblocked everything yet. I was keeping that door shut. Instead, I mulled over every aspect of the dream. I soaked in every detail. Really, I never truly got over Scott. I guess that letter he left wasn't enough closure for me.
I was too stubborn. So I followed his "no contact" suggestion. I didn't even talk to his parents about it. Suddenly, the whole Hoying family didn't exist. He must've told them what he did because they never spoke to me either. Or they were ashamed. I was in deep, true love, and they knew it. Then their little boy broke my heart. Yeah, I hope they were embarrassed. That would give me some satisfaction of being ripped to shreds.
By the end of the day I was mentally exhausted. I was stressed, frustrated, and upset over Scott all over again. I was furious with myself for feeling this torn up ten years later.
So I took off from work and headed to the only place that might be able to help me in this situation.
A bar with lots and lots of alcohol.