Dinner goes by so slow, and I want to die. It's not that his parents aren't lovely, they are, but I just feel uncomfortable. Chris has his hand on my thigh, I try to brush it off, but he puts back. I don't think I've ever felt more uncomfortable in my life.
My phone vibrates, and I take it out of my clutch. Sebastian's name is across my screen, and I can't help but smile.
*Hey, so we should hang out sometime. Are you free this weekend?*
*I might be, depends if I have any work meetings.* I press send, and Chris takes my phone out of my hands. He puts it into his pocket and doesn't even say a word. What the heck is his problem?
"Uh, can I have my phone back babe?" I smile sweetly even though I want to murder him for taking my phone out of my hand. How dare he do that?
"When we get back home, you can."
"I told you yesterday that I can't stay at your place today. My parents are coming into town and I have to be at my place to get things ready." He looks at me, and his nostrils flare open.
"Ok." he says, then continues to talk with his parents.
I'm practically ignored for the rest of the time we're at the restaurant, and I rather go home than stay here, and just look pretty. Everyone gets up, and we begin to walk towards the parking lot.
His parents say their goodbyes and they leave us standing in the parking lot alone. Chris turns to look at me but doesn't even try to talk to me.
"Can I have my phone back, Mr. Evans?" I raise my brow and extend my hand out.
"Uh. Yeah. Here." he takes it out from his pocket and places it on my palm.
"Thank you. Good night." I say then turn on my heel. It's late, and tomorrow is a work day.
I can hear him say something back but I don't even try to hear exactly what it was.
***
Today I decided that I could get to work a bit later than I usually do. I need to look apart since today we have three very important meetings.
The ride to the office is short. There wasn't traffic which is weird for a Friday morning. I park my car in the usual spot, and quickly bolt for the elevators.
To my surprise, Chris is standing right in front of them. Should I talk to him? Or should I just ignore the fact that my boss, the man that signs my paychecks is right here?
"Good morning Mr. Evans." my voice slowly leaves my mouth.
"Morning Astrid." his tone is clipped, but I could really careless. I didn't do anything to him, therefore my conscience is clear.
"Woke up late?" he asks.
"No, not really. I just took my time getting ready this morning." I smile even though he can't see me.
The elevator door opens and he motions me in first. I step in, then he follows.
"You look nice." he says nonchalantly.
"Thank you."
"Is there a reason?" he turns to look at me.
"No."
"So you just woke, and decided to dress this nice?" he motions to me.
"Pretty much." I nod.
He doesn't say anything else, and we walk into the office in silence. My phone rings once I sit down, and I already know who it is.
