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Come Again?

I'm not exactly sure if what I was feeling now would be defined as, "awkward". Possibly I was feeling that way. But in my weak defense, who wouldn't?

It was about eight thirty in the evening, and I was quite confused by everything that had happened recently. As soon as Watson messaged me on Skype about where we would eat, everything after that was a convoluted blur. And in a few fleeting seconds I could remember grabbing my lunch box and speed walking away into the pantry.

Now I was suddenly seated across Watson. My dinner of rice and scrambled eggs, with tomato soup sat beside her home made tuna pasta. Though our food looked definitely enticing, I could hardly take a bite as I waited for Watson to speak.

"So, Watson." I broke the silence and surprised her slightly as her eyes, which were pointed to her pasta had quickly focused on mine.

"Oh yeah! I owe you an explanation don't I Parker?" She took her fork and started to twirl the pasta around it.

"Yes you do, I'm still very confused as to what this 'Same Kind' thing is." I finally relaxed enough to take a spoonful of my tomato soup. Regrettably I had forgotten to heat it. Idiotic tendencies rise once more.

"You do know what some people say about me here?" She asked, her tone turned serious, and it was the first time I had heard her voice transform into that. And I did hear about those things, the rumors, a lot of hearsay, and a bunch of assumptions of what kind of person she was, coupled with that was an incessant flock of other male employees who had sometimes swarmed her station, probably looking for opportunities to talk to her. This was all due to the fact that she was indeed a beautiful woman, and as a fairly new employee she was easily noticed by most of the male populace of our office.

"I did, of course a lot of stuff would be said, but is it mean if I'd say now that I didn't really care about any of it?" I started speaking without thinking that time, and embarrassingly I had only realized all I had said about a minute after I had said it. Stupid, idiotic Parker.

I looked at Watson after this realization, and what was before me, was a sight I may have lost all intelligible words for. She was simply smiling, looking straight at me, her dark brown eyes seemingly became brighter even under the dim florescent lights of the pantry, and as she began to speak, I felt that my stupid mistake had become something I would never regret.

"That Parker, that is what makes you not of the same kind." And I finally understood. I finally slowly, understood what she meant and she continued on. "And I wondered, if you'd message me last weekend. And if you did, that would be a clear sign, that you could be just like those guys too. But, you didn't." Here I had cut her off.

"Wait, I didn't have any balance on my cell that day. I was going to ask about your trip, but when I knew I couldn't I didn't go ahead with it." I said sheepishly as I took a bite out of my meal. Chewing and waiting for her reply. Really STUPID AND IDIOTIC PARKER.

"But you didn't top up?" I was surprised that she was quite calm about all this as a slightly amused smile played along her lips. Finally she took a twirl of pasta and waited for what I had to say.

"I just thought, that I could wait for you to get back and talk to you when you'd be here again, weddings are busy affairs, and it was a overwhelmingly busy weekend, I kind of forgot about messaging you." A chuckle kind of escaped my breath as I had remembered those three days. I waited anxiously for her reaction as I had started eating my meal a little faster.

"Okay." Watson simply said, still smiling as I had finished my soup. "This was a good talk Parker." And that moment, I did something, stupid, I suppose.

"Would you want to have dinner again?" A startled Watson held back a gasp as she heard this from me.

"Come again?" Watson had moved her head forward a few inches so she could hear me clearer.

"I asked, if... Yeah, you'd want to eat dinner with me again?" I had started to perspire as I was forced to repeat the question. Butterflies started to populate my half full stomach.

"I'd love to Parker!" She ecstatically said hands clasped together in front of her face as her eyes formed small smiles of their own. It was a definite miracle, one I could not believe. And all I could say in return was another classic idiotic Parker move.

"What? Come again?" My face still frozen in shock, as she held back a laugh and a playful new smile shone in front of me, her blond tipped hair bounced from side to side and her eyes beamed out brighter than ever.