I sighed after recalling the memories.
My nose flared, I sniffled and wiped my palms on my cheeks, only to mess up my face with tears I didn't know were streaming down. It was so hot on my cheeks like they'd been held in an intensifying heat.
I quickly removed my sunglasses and dabbed my under eyes, but I was still tearing up. Like a heartbroken fragile woman, I began to shake under the pressure of trying to comport myself, since I was in public and wouldn't want anybody coming to ask what was amiss.
Succeeding in comporting my grown self, I knew that I only had a few minutes to break down again.
So I quickly fished out some cash from my purse, not forgetting a tip. And put it under the unfinished the parfait, I suddenly became enemies with my foodie nature. I stood up and grabbed my phone to call an Uber on my way out.
"Trex?"I heard a voice call and I looked up to acknowledge my audience.
He turns back and dismissed his two friends or brothers, they all looked alike.
"Trexie, good to see you here" he approaches.
I nodded and said nothing.
He fixes his hand in his pocket and sighed.
"Look I'm very sorry Trex, I didn't know how best to have stopped you. I needed you to forgive me and I'm so sorry about your boyfriend"
I looked away, holding my tears at bay, thanks for the shade I had on. He would have seen my bloodshot eyes and questioned me.
"It's okay Nico. It isn't your fault if I wasn't too knuckle-headed and forgave you right in the office. We wouldn't have started a drama for him to see"
He nods and looked behind me.
"You're leaving?" he asked.
I looked behind me, at the table, I just left and turned back to him.
"Yeah "
"Are you okay Trex?"
I looked down, although he couldn't see my eyes. I felt my eyes prickle, sooner I will tear up and that's what I should stave off.
I giggled and asked, "Because I'm hanging out alone?"
"Umm...no, you're looking pale"
I sniffled and said nothing.
"Come on, I'd like to buy you a drink. You can share whatever it is with me" He grabbed my hand and dragged me inside before I could object.
"Nico...hold on"
"Nope, let's brighten that face of yours."
I guess I'll just pass.
We got in and settled at the Vip lounge. I didn't order anything, I'm still not on good terms with my appetite.
"Even as little as chips?"
"Nope"
"Nothing at all?" he asked.
"Yeah"
"How can I be taking something when you're not?"
"I guess I should leave then, so you can ea..."
"I am fine too"
I giggled "Well..."
"So let's talk then"
"About what?"I asked.
"Why my secretary is cold?"
"I am not cold Nico. I...just...I don't know. I am just...well...fine" I suck at this.
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Propose to me 💍 (Editing)
ChickLitA story of a secretary named "Trexie " pronounced (TrexC). What happens when her relationship has lasted for five years and is ongoing? And she's just there thinking if he will ever pop the question, or not. Or, she should just go ahead and propose...