Ordinary Life

Sketchy

June 17, 2014

Another day, another dollar; I walked into the FBI headquarters, and immediately went to my office. I haven't said anything about the attack the other night. I've kept my mouth shut, and stayed on top of the investigation.

I sat at my desk, and turned on my computer and innapropriate photos popped up onto my screen. Pornography had filled up my screen and they would not go away. Someone most definitely hacked my computer, for this to even come up. "Genevieve, we need to talk." Wyatt came into the room. I tried to remain calm, as I deleted the pop ups, one by one.

"What is it Wyatt?" "First, I really want to apologize for kissing you the other day. I really can't even explain why I did it..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Um, I'm not really good with making up, but I wanted to give you this." He handed me a $100 gift card to my favorite book store Bookmania. "Wyatt...I can't take that.." I said. I felt bad that he felt that he had to buy me something. "Please, take it. I will feel better about myself if you did." I felt remorse for how he felt. "Thank you." I said. "You're welcome." Wyatt is such a caring man, I couldn't be mad him forever.

"I actually came in here to say that I heard you went out on a date with some guy last month." He said. "Where did you hear the from?" I asked. "Your friends tend to brag a lot." He said. "Yes, I went on a date with someone last month. What's it to yah?" "I want you to give me a chance. Genevieve, if you haven't noticed, I really do like you, and I'm going to keep trying. I was a jerk for pushing up on you the last time, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." He said. "I forgive, but I don't forget." I said.

"Besides, I already have a lot on my mind right now." I said. "Like what?" He started walking closer to me, and I was still deleting all of these popups. "Just things Wyatt. The case. Personal things." I answered.

I hit the last popup, and Wyatt sat on my desk. "I want to help you Genevieve, I really do." I looked him in his eyes, and crossed my legs. "Why? Why are you so interested in what goes on in my life? Hm? There are so many women out in these quarters, and you seem to constantly follow me. Why?" I asked with frustration. "You're filled with so much mystery. You're a puzzle, that I want to figure out. I want to learn more about you." He said.

"I think you just need to stick with smoking cigars and drinking coffee with the chief and Justin." I said. "I fucking hate Justin, and I know you do too. Besides Eve, the chief is going to be retiring soon, who is going to replace him? Justin? Me? Me and him aren't sufficiently qualified for it. You are." Wyatt preached.

I never knew Wyatt thought that much of me, but I liked what he was saying. "Eve, I'm 33 and I've never seen a 28 year old breaking records like you have. At 28, I was still doing stupid shit. You could possibly be our next chief, and I just want to see you make it there."

I appreciated everything that Wyatt was telling me. He was like Bruno. He knew the right things to say to me that will keep me motivated.

"Wyatt!" The chief called. "Coming sir!" He shouted from my office. "I guess we will talk later." Wyatt laughed. He walked backwards and bumped into my file cabinet and his face turned red from his embarrassment.

"Wyat." I called. "Yes?" "When is our date?" His face brightened up with joy and pure happiness. "Tonight? At 7?" He asked. "I'll be there."
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Wyatt and I were finally off to this date he's been begging me to go on with him. "Im so happy we're doing this." "Yep." I said.

I got a text from Bruno.

Bruno: Hey Eve! U busy?

I bit my lip with anticipation to text back, but I didn't want Wyatt to see who I was texting. "I chose this restaurant, because I'm half Italian." He said. "My mom was born in the heart of Italy, my father, born in the heart of....Virginia." He laughed. I laughed along with him, to kill the awkwardness.

Genevieve: Yes, very busy at the moment. Call u later?

Bruno: Most definitely ;)

I'm glad that was over. "Who you texting?" Wyatt asked with a chuckle in his voice. "Just...my sister. She's really needy. But don't worry, my focus is all here." I smiled.

"So about this case.." "Let's not talk about that right now." Wyatt interrupted me. "I want to solve this puzzle about you." I put my chin on the palm of my hand. "I'm a hard case to crack. Have at it." I challenged him. "Who's the man you went on a date with last month?" "Classified personal information. Next question." I immediately answered. "If I asked you to be my girl, would you accept." "Depends. If you fit my standards. And those standards are very hard to fit in." I said. "And what are your standards?"

I pulled my hair out from in front of my face. "Respectful, number one. Caring, giving, loving, great worker with others, focuses on me, and not other women, and intelligent. Physically; straight teeth, well in shape, clean shaven. The list can go on and on."

Wyatt didn't like what I had to say, "I see you're a picky one." "A picky one knows what she's looking for." I smiled.

Wyatt sipped on his drink. "You won't find anyone with that kind of attitude." Wyatt said. "And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked. "I mean, that if you keep up that bitchy reputation of yours, you're ultimately going to fail on getting someone to truly love you."

I tossed my drink into Wyatt's face, "I have this bitchy reputation for a specific reason. To keep men like you out of my life." I threw a napkin at him. "Clean yourself up, you go a little something on your face."