Reminiscing

Fetching Lunch

Nancy's POV~

"I'm not so sure about this," I muttered.

I had just picked up some lunch for Candice–green enchiladas– to be exact.

It was her favorite food and this was what we had shared on our first date.

I remembered.

"Why?" Jane questioned curiously.

I handed her the bag containing the food and the carton cup holder.

"I haven't spoken to her since that day she dropped by my house. I told her I would step aside and let her be happy with whomever. I wasn't going to be an obstacle in her search for happiness."

"Well then tell her you changed your mind." Jane reasoned in a duh tone.

"You don't understand." I hissed at her as I buckled myself in, pulling out of the restaurant afterward. "It's my way of fixing some of the damage I caused her."

"Nothing can mend the damage." Jane clarified. "What's done is done. What you need to do is revert the effects. You have to overflow her with all of the good you ever did. Make her see the Nancy she was once in love with. Prove to her that it is still worth it. That you're still worth it. She fell in love with a loud, bubbly blonde that was annoying as hell. You've still got the annoying thing going on, but you need to work on the others.

So what if another sexy woman is after her? You've got an advantage and you should use it in your favor. I'm letting you do your own thing once we get there. I'm your wing woman but you've got to do this on your own. You mess with her head and she'll be thinking about you for days!"

We were now parked outside the building where Candice worked.

I ran my hands through my hair and blew out a deep breath. This was much harder than I had expected it to be.

It felt like I was about to confess my hidden feelings to my crush.

I was nervous.

Nervous because I couldn't possibly guess how Candice would act around me. Nervous because I could be openly ignored by her. Nervous of this whole outcome, really.

"Just be yourself, Nancy." Jane breathed. "Don't try to impress her with modalities. She knows you."

I nodded my head and gestured for us to go inside.

I took the bag of food and Jane handled the drinks.

We simultaneously stepped out of the car and crossed the parking lot towards the entrance doors.

The first thing I noticed after stepping inside was the impressive interior.

The dark ebony colored walls, the fresh green plants, the elegant paintings on the wall and the impeccable white floors.

Everything was set perfectly in its place, making it seem like they belonged there all along. Nothing was out of place and I almost felt like I was inside some luxury hotel instead of a business corporation.

Jane and I approached the man and woman at the reception area.

"We're here to drop off some lunch. Would you be kind enough to inform us of Candice O'stenner's office number?" I asked the man.

"Sure thing." The woman chimed in. "Hold on a moment."

As she searched her computer, the man faced me.

"You are her—"

"Wife." I finished for him.

"Oh." The woman said in surprise, her eyes briefly detaching from the computer's screen. "Fourth floor, office number 408."

I smiled and thanked her.

Jane and I then headed for the elevators that were being summoned non-stop.

"I'm surprised you didn't even hesitate to say you're her wife, yet you had claimed to be setting her free and whatnot only moments ago." Jane flipped her hair arrogantly as a handsome man walked by.

"Stop flirting." I scolded. "She's my wife until the divorce papers claim otherwise."

"That's the spirit!" Jane exclaimed happily as she slapped my shoulder forcefully.

"Ow!" I glared at her and she shrugged the incident off.

The elevator soon opened up and we both stepped inside. I began to play with the bag of food in my hands as Jane pressed the fourth-floor button.

My heartbeat didn't seem to be beating at its regular pace. It was pounding really fast and I could feel my breakfast swirling in my stomach. I was also breathing with difficulty.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked worriedly as she turned around to face me.

"No." I breathlessly emitted. "I feel like throwing up."

"Wow." Jane looked amused. "I always thought you were this tough, relentless and sarcastic asshole. Yet I'm seeing a ridiculously nervous, scared woman that's about to puke her guts out of anticipation. This is a first. I think I like this side of you better."

I glared at her and I instantly stood up straight.

"We barely talked at all in the past, now you admit to liking me. Don't you think we're moving too fast?" I asked with a smug smile.

She smacked her lips and huffed in annoyance.

"We both share a mutual purpose– which is to get Candice back. We're not going to speak to each other after this. Understood?"

"Clearly." I shrugged.

Not like I cared much, anyway.

The doors slid open and we immediately began to search for the office number 408.

"Found it!" Jane called from down a hallway.

I followed her voice and sure enough, she was standing before a door that had a silver plaque that read Candice O'stenner.

She then began to knock on the door and I took a deep breath.

Well, here goes nothing.

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