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Same Kind?

Three days may seem quite a while to someone who was on the edge waiting for a miracle. Well, glad to say that I wasn't such a man, I was just waiting for Tuesday I guess.

The cold wind outside the my office building had been beating against my thin university jacket (I still kept most of them and used them when I could, I looked like a student anyway) as I carefully thought of what I wanted to do next, or if it was the exact right thing to do.

It is a plethora of mixed emotions, confusion, stress, anxiety, and worry when a anyone has to send that first text to someone else. Specially when you absolutely have nothing important or urgent to say.

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The blank space in my message detail box was blinking back at me as I tried to find reason enough to message her. I was an idiot, I knew that well enough, but I had to put aside the idiotic tendencies I to send this message. 

HI! HOW ARE YOU? (Whoops, all caps)

Hi! How are you? (She told me she'd be on a bus going to her hometown, why not ask that? "How are you" is so... Ugh...)

Hi! How's the bus trip going so far? (Well... Yeah, this would do...)

With much contentment in myself and the message I had crafted, I hit the send button on my phone and waited, smiling like a child looking out for a cab I could take. As soon as I had hailed one though, I noticed a strange alert on my phone.

*Message cannot be sent* 

And in that moment, I realized, "Yep, I'm an idiot." since, I had not even topped up my cell balance for at least two weeks, and I had already budgeted myself so tightly that I could only do so, next Thursday. So, now I sat there in the cab quietly contemplating what I would do and the moment it had stopped in front of my destination, I had realized "What if I do nothing?"

So I did. Saturday was a boring progression of me yawning and monitoring absent employees as usual, I think the only interesting thing that I did that day was to add Watson on social media as a friend. She accepted fairly quickly if you must ask. Sunday, I had just come to work after service, and it was chaos, internet was down and a couple of the guys from my team, Jester and Jack were trying to contact the IT network administrator (He's my neighbor actually) but he was out at the moment picking up new equipment. Sir Sherman came in an hour later, internet connection stabilized and we lost an more than an hour's worth of business. All in all it was a hectic and very deadly day for us. 

Monday had slowly rolled in and I had remembered (Yes, do curse me for forgetting) that Watson was still not back. I went through it quickly and before I knew it Tuesday had come in. Entering the office at a close five minutes before two in the afternoon, I had bumped into a familiar face on the elevator.

"I like the tie Parker." Beside me was Watson, and I couldn't even believe it. I could feel my heart beat slightly faster every moment as we started to rise to the fifth floor of our building. The blond tips of her hair swayed slightly as she inspected my dark blue necktie, which was coincidentally the same color as the dress she had on today.

"I went with a gut instinct when choosing it." I replied smiling back as she giggled to my reaction. I then remembered something really important. "Oh yeah Watson, I'm sorry if I didn't message you while you were at the wedding, I didn't have any balance on my phone." I apologetically said as we were nearing the fifth floor.

Smiling again as she looked at me, her eyes squinting a bit as she started to giggle once more, "Frankly Parker, it's good you didn't. If you did, I could have sworn you were the same kind." The elevator suddenly stopped as the red number on it's panel read '5'.

"Same kind?" I asked, eyebrows both furrowed as I stood there puzzled by her statement.

"I'll explain later, let's have dinner together Parker, I'll message you on Skype." The doors of the elevator opened and Watson quickly took her small steps out of it, a still confused and dumbstruck I followed behind still wondering what she really meant. 

But, more importantly I had realized that Watson had asked to have dinner with her. How did that exactly happen?