Her, Saving Grace

6

Catherine

"Earth to Catherine." I snapped out of my own trance, and looked up to see Rose leaning on my table. I've been tapping my pen on the desk for I don't how long, thinking about the man who will be sleeping in the next room, starting tonight.

She's been talking non-stop about some science fiction she just read since she entered my office. With me acting like a lost lamb, I was almost late for my meeting with an author.

Old Bradley didn't cooperate and decided that he'd stop four blocks away from my supposed meeting. I just sat down on my chair when the moment the person I was meeting entered the café. It always fascinated me that when I look at an author's eyes, he or she knows the story on how the book was made. It got awkward when we started discussing about promoting the book, and her history on writing romance novels.

"Dear, it's like reading porn but with a better plot." She said as I tried not to blush.

Merideth Jacobs was a sweet woman. She and her husband got out of the army and got married.

Sometimes I wish I could've just married and lived on a farm. But I stopped myself from even thinking about it.

Who knows what might happen next. God seems to have a close ear with Damon being His "proof".

After my meeting with her, I went straight to my office and wished Bradley well as he was being towed to the experts.

"Yeah, I'm listening." I told Rose while flipping through a manuscript I found in front of our office building. I just didn't have the heart to throw it away. Someone had taken his time to express and type his ideas, that it would be a waste if it was thrown as garbage. The author seemed so sure on what he's writing and that's saying a lot. Cupid's Guide on Catching.

"Okay then, what were we talking about?" Rose raised an eyebrow, and sat on the edge of my desk. If I was a somebody else, I'd definitely ask her out. She was...uh how would men describe her? Ah. Yes. Hot.

"Uh, about Terrans and something about uh...avatars...?" She got off the desk and sat down on the chair in front of me, the table in between us.

"No Cat. We were talking about you getting a boob job." I looked up too quickly it felt like my neck was going to snap. My...my...front is just fine.

And they don't hurt that much when I run. Rose knows that I have this mission to make guys understand that as much as most girls like big breasts, jogging hurts. Sure it's fun to see them wiggle-jiggle, but it really feels like someone put jelly on our chest and connected it with our flesh. Of course I never actually have told a guy about this since, (their words) I was too intimidating to conduct a conversation with. So Rose was kind of the only friend I have.

She laughed before her face turned serious, then worried.

"I was kidding. Are you alright? I know your ex was kind of hot and all, but I thought you said he's a whiner. If I knew that you're going to be like this, I would've dragged you in a strip club with me the moment you pulled the plug." She took my hands and looked at me.

"And why the strip club?" I would've had a heart-to-heart talk with her if she didn't mention that part. She grinned and got up.

"You just got out of a relationship with a whining loser. Male strip clubs have hot men who can dance. No talking, just entertaining. What more could a woman ask for?"

I can't help but laugh. Leave it to Rose to be the perverted one. I placed the end of my pencil at my temple, pretending to look I was considering it.

"Aside from a lot of thrusting action on stage? A couple of sexually transmitted diseases, I believe." She was laughing so hard now. Imagine a classy woman, dressed in a suit, laughing her heart out on an editor's office. Yup. That's her.