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Being the average woman you think you are, that affects you greatly and lowers you confidence. Overthinking has become a habit of yours, since when? well when Sarah Paulson asked you to be her girlfriend - shocking isn't it? but love is love so...
Even at work you can't keep yourself away from thinking too much about her, you knew to yourself that there are many gorgeous women wanting to be in your position, wanting to rip Sarah away from you and let's not forget about Cherry who wants her back after so many years she just realized Sarah's worth. Unbelievable.
As for Holland her ex fiance things were civilized, no bad blood, etc. between the two of you. She's even happy that you and Sarah got together.
Sarah frequently assures you that you're the only one for her, that you are her great love so you shouldn't be threatened and keep yourself paranoid from thinking too much. You trust her deeply but there is this tiny part of your brain that won't let you be at ease.
Sarah's away for almost a week now, filming for Mrs. America with Cate Blanchett, despite being busy Sarah makes sure she's not failing her responsibility to you as her girlfriend, when the clock strikes at nine in the evening that's it, she would be calling you and that call would last depending on her schedule, so you have to cherish every second you have with her.
Today your boss made you occupied that you can't even touch your phone or have a break unless she say so then you thought it would be a good thing, you have to divert your focus on your work so you can be more productive.
It's now half an hour past eight, your colleagues has already left and your shift has ended thirty minutes ago.
Your phone began ringing, discreetly scanning around, trying to spot your boss' shadow, the coast is clear and you hurriedly picked up your phone. Sarah's calling.
"Sarah!" you exclaimed, that would be the first time you'll be talking to her and hearing her voice again. On the other line Sarah giggles on how enthusiastic your voice is, she misses you incredibly crazy that she can even see your face in her mind. "Hi, sweetheart. You're working late aren't you?"
Usually at this hour you've been showering her with a lot of text messages, checking up on her and telling her sweet sometimes naughty things that's how Sarah would know if you're at work or home. Your silence means yes, Sarah sighed on the other line, audible enough for you to hear the faint sound of exhaustion from work and disappointment to your boss.
On the background you heard dogs barking, took you some moments for you to be familiarized with those barks, "You're home!" that loudly shrieking voice of yours has made Sarah's lips curl, "No actually, I brought Peanut and Butter with me, we're in a parking lot next to the car I believe is your boss'"
With teary eyes you exited the building, marching towards the parking lot and then there you saw her, with your dogs' heads peering on the window car, their tongues hanging out from their mouth.
