Two Roads, One Heart (ON HOLD.)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

*Emily*

I drove off, contemplating what to do in my mind. I really didn't know.

I was driving unusually slow today, even under my momentary love spell recognized. Most of the time I speed home as quick as possible because I hate being outside the comfort of my own home.

But today was different. I could not stop thinking about Mason. His sweet smile, the way it curved up into a sly smirk when he was being sneaky. And his eyes...--

No! I need to stop thinking about him this way. We are just coworkers. Coworkers with a strange history, but strictly coworkers.

I finally pulled up to my driveway and parked the car. As I put my keys on the counter I passed the bathroom mirror. For some strange reason I was drawn to it. I stepped into the light of the bathroom and stared into the mirror. I was dumbfounded. My face was flushed; permanent dimples from smiling so much. Bright, clear eyes. Rosy cheeks. All signs of love, according to my mom.

Nonsense. I wasn't in love, but as I watched my reflection while I remembered my mother's words, my entire complexion just got pinker, and my smile only got wider. I couldn't help it.

I finally pulled myself away from the mirror and into my closet. I had decided I would go on the lunch date--I mean..meeting..to discuss some very important things with Mason. I had a lot on my mind and was ready to let him hear it.

I shuffled through the clothes in my closet, looking for something to wear. It's not that I was crazy about looking good for him, I think it was just that I wanted him to see what he was missing.

I ended up settling on a yellow sun dress. It was loose and casual yet still beautiful. I thought it hugged my curves perfectly for how loose it looked. I hooked it on a hanger along with my business jacket and slipped a pair of cute navy blue sandals underneath it. Was it too much? Well, it'll have to do.

I ended up sitting in front of the television for hours, losing track of time. I've never felt this lost; lost in thought, lost in heart. I was clueless on my feelings towards Mason, and every inch of me was not letting me forget. I finally got sick of sitting around and decided to just go to bed. I treaded up the stairs sleepily and jumped into bed in all my clothes from the recent day. I fell asleep that way with the light on all night.

I awoke to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. 5:00 a.m. again. Oh the joy of adult life. You know you'd be surprised at how many adults complain about getting up in the morning. You might think that high school and college are the end of alarm clocks; think again. Ugh, I hate mornings.

I eventually got up and did the usual routine; shower, brush teeth, dry hair, fix hair, put on makeup, fix hair again, get dressed, and fix hair yet again. Maybe I put in a little extra effort today, not that anyone would notice.

By the time I was finished getting ready, I grabbed my car keys, put on my sunglasses and headed out the door to another exciting day of work yet again.

I drove and drove for what seemed like hours. Finally I arrived at my destination. What was right in front of me was surprising. The very first thing I saw when I got to work was Mason, standing in the parking lot waiting for me. He waved and smiled a casual smile. He wouldn't even let me open my own door.

"Hey, stranger," he smiled. I was at a loss for words. He looked so good: he didn't wear the business attire he wore yesterday; he wore good fitting jeans, a nice button up shirt, and some casual sneakers to tie the whole look together.