Love Has a Color

Violet

"Scarlett Indigo!" There she is, right on cue.

Being faced with a Monday after a weekend like mine is already a tough task. Now I have to deal with Violet the minute I walk through the door? God knows how she's going to react to me practically ignoring her for three days. You'd think knowing that this was coming would have made me prepare a story or explanation for her. I didn't.

"Heeeey, Violet!" I squeak.

"Don't 'hey' me. In my office! Now!"

"Aren't I the boss here?" What? I have to say something to prolong this.

"Cute. Office!"

As I follow my tantrum-throwing friend slash assistant down the hall, I glance around hoping Asher got her on time today. Of course, he's nowhere in sight, which means I have no option but to sit in this office and explain myself. Yes, I realize I would have to do it at some point. Yes, I also thought I could delay that as long as possible.

"Is that a new blazer? It looks really good on you. Really compliments your figure," I say as I sit across the desk from her.

Violet just squints her eyes at me, crossing her arms silently. "Is your phone broken?" For a moment I contemplate saying yes, my phone is broken, but she interjects before I even finish thinking of the lie. "I know it's not, don't even try it."

"Okay, look, I know-"

"Scar! You promised to keep me updated and I got a total of five messages the entire weekend! I get that you may want to keep intimate details of your life from me, your long time best friend and right hand man, and that's fine. You're not required to tell me everything. But, it would have been nice to at least know you're alive! For all we know, Asher could be some secret axe murderer and I just let you go off alone with him for an entire weekend across the country. I agree, I was being a bit intrusive and probably a little annoying with the messages on Friday. There is no excuse for you to have ignored me the rest of the weekend, though! Now, come on, I need every detail you can muster up. Was it good? Bad? Enlightening?"

I sit there for a moment just letting her words wash over me, trying to wrap my brain around everything she just said. Do I want to tell her about the kiss? I mean, obviously that's the part both of us would be most excited about. Or, do I want to keep it to myself for a little while? She made a good point about not having to tell her everything, though, she does make always ask for a play by play every time I'm alone with a guy for more than five minutes. She really is hot and cold.

Okay, back on track here. Asher and I aren't the best at clarifying where we stand with each other, and we definitely both suck at appropriately expressing our thoughts and emotions. We apparently just like to awkwardly dance around the things we don't want to address, and let everything build up until we're playing an intense game of tonsil hockey in some hotel room. My hands are getting sweaty just thinking about it.

Ahem. The point I'm trying to make here, is that Asher and I have not talked about that little moment since. He asked me to lunch, but we didn't even set a date. Does he want me going around telling everyone about our little LA escapade? Odds are, no. The odds are also that I'm pulling a classic Scarlett, and overthinking everything so much that my brain is in danger of melting.

So, I settle on the side of leaving that minute detail out of the story and start with questioning another part of her complaint. "I highly doubt he's an axe murderer."

"Not the point! Get on with the story, Scar, I have been severely out of the loop all weekend and I am dying to know what happened."

I recount most aspects of the weekend, leaving out the plane ride, the mundane aspects of the actual convention, and of course, the events following the Black family dinner from Hell. "It was mostly stressful. He hates flying so getting him on the plane was worse than pulling teeth, then the room was wrong, I lost my favorite pen, and his dad hates me. Oh, and did I mention that Asher never set an alarm for Sunday and I accidentally set mine for the afternoon? We nearly missed our flight. We were literally sprinting through the airport. I feel short of breath just thinking about it."