WARNING: MATURE VIEWERS ONLY
Contains Sexual Content | Violence | Inappropriate Language
Destiny Anderson, a 25-year-old woman living in a modest apartment in Savannah, GA, has faced her share of hardships. After losing her mother to cancer at 18, h...
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Monday Afternoon
I glanced at my watch, confirming that it was finally time for my two-hour lunch break. Grabbing my lunch bag, I headed to the break room and settled into my usual table. I pulled out my trusty peanut butter and jelly sandwich, popped open a bottle of water, and started scrolling through Twitter and Instagram.
Moments later, Stephanie trudged into the room, and I immediately noticed the dark bags under her eyes and her messy bun—a stark contrast to her usual polished appearance.
"Wow, you look horrible. I almost feel bad," I said, taking a sip of my water to hide my smirk.
Stephanie squinted at me, lifting her middle finger in slow motion. "Believe me, I'm suffering, but I do not regret a single thing," she said with a smirk as she opened her lunch box.
I chuckled, knowing exactly why she was exhausted. She'd taken on all my extra paperwork so I could go on my date.
"So, I apologize for not annoying you about your date." She dragged the word out, tossing me a sly glance. "I had to crash early to prepare for today's self-imposed torture."
Her words made me laugh, but the memory of Marcus's face flashed in my mind, and my cheeks heated up before I could stop them. My reaction didn't go unnoticed. Instead of teasing me or bombarding me with questions like she usually would, Stephanie's expression softened into a gentle smile.
"I'm glad someone finally caught your interest," she said quietly.
I paused, taking another sip of water. "I mean... we only just met. He's still kind of a stranger," I said, though even as I spoke the words, they didn't feel entirely true. Marcus was no ordinary stranger.
But for some reason, I wanted to know everything about him. Our date had felt like it existed in its own world, outside of time and reality. I'd wanted it to last forever. Yet, when it ended, it ended. He hadn't texted me last night—or today.
"He's probably just busy," my heart reasoned.
"Or maybe he doesn't care," my doubts whispered. "He's gorgeous, successful, and confident. He probably deleted your number and moved on to someone way hotter."
I sighed, taking a bite of my sandwich to quiet my thoughts. "Yeah... but it was just a date," I muttered.
Stephanie frowned at me, her lips pressing into a thin line. For a second, I thought she was going to bring him up. But surprisingly, she didn't. Whether she was over talking about him or just knew how much his name made my blood boil, I couldn't say.
Trying to shift the conversation, I asked, "What about you? How's your love life?"
Stephanie snorted, finishing the last bite of her food and tossing her trash away. "What love life? All the guys I date are either gross or boring. I need some excitement in my life," she said dramatically.
