How To Lose A Girl In Ten Days (Chaennie)

Chapter 3

Days 2-4.

Rosie nearly skips into work the next day. She doesn't though, but only because she's carrying a travel tray of coffees and Lisa will kill her if she spills hers. She learned that the hard way. Instead she lets a small private smile lift her lips as she makes her way to her desk.

Jennie had been more than she was expecting and she found herself wanting more still. She's charming and beautiful, it's almost a shame Rosie's job is to drive her away. That cocky attitude though, Rosie might be able to exploit, and the more Rosie digs through the mystery, finds what makes her tick, the faster Rosie will break her. The next week will be fun.

Lisa isn't there yet but Ten is so Rosie makes a detour to give him his coffee. He thanks her and gets up to follow her to her desk.

"So? How did the date go?"

Rosie sets the travel tray down before dumping her bag in her chair and taking off her jacket. She can't help the smile growing wider. "It was kind of amazing, actually? As far as first dates go, anyway."

"So you slept with her then?" It's Lisa, trudging past them to sink into her chair. She gratefully accepts the coffee cup Rosie holds out.

"No, Lisa, I did not sleep with her, I told you I wouldn't." She pauses to sit, moving her bag and jacket to the desk. "Though there was some heavy making out."

"Ha!" Lisa crows, triumphantly. Rosie rolls her eyes.

Ten leans his hip against the wall of her cubicle. "Well what's she like?"

Before Rosie can answer, a large bouquet of yellow sunflowers bobs into view behind Ten. It's quickly followed by several more delivery men with similar bouquets. The train stops beside their cubicles.

"Roseanne Park?" When she nods and stands, the man continues. "Delivery for you."

"Holy shit, Park," Lisa says, snatching the message card out of the first bouquet before Rosie can. "Wait, hold up— One hundred times..." She grabs the card in the next bouquet as the men set them down in a line on Rosie's desk. "... More radiant..." Then the third bouquet. "... than one hundred suns." Lisa raises her eyebrow. "Catchy."

Rosie takes the cards to read them herself, blushing a little. "She's in advertising."

"Does this mean she's hooked?" Ten asks, admiring the sunflowers. Rosie smiles at them for a moment—she really does love sunflowers—before a thought occurs to her. A smirk creeps across her face.

"This means she found the Knicks tickets."

"The tickets?"

Rosie sits back down, laughing. "She's a huge Knicks fan, same as me. We were talking about the playoffs for like an hour last night."

"And you left the tickets in your purse?" She nods and Lisa grins, shaking her head proudly. "You are on a whole 'nother level, Park."

Rosie pulls her phone out and finds Jennie's contact. She takes a moment to compose herself, hushing Lisa and Ten, and hits CALL. It rings once, twice and then—

"Hey, pretty girl."

"Guess who just got an embarrassing display of flowers in her workplace in front of all her coworkers?" Rosie mock wonders.