𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

25

{Tiara}

I quietly eat my burrito during lunch one day at work.

I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone.

Quincy's been very distant for some reason.
I'm trying not to worry too much about it but it's not working very well.

I'm anxious, I really hope I didn't upset him that much when I asked about his family.

It was very strange how red he got.

He...it was as if he was having a mental panic attack, he was all flustered and twitchy.

I miss him.

I've been debating with myself for a couple of days if I should call him again.

I called him 3 times and he didn't answer.

Brandon says he's fine and I shouldn't worry.

Suddenly Frank leans over and nudge me.

"He's staring again."
He sings, nodding behind me.

I just sigh.

I really wish Harry would just give it a break.

I've caught him staring at me multiple times over the course of the past 3 months.

Word has gotten around the office by now that I'm in a relationship, I hope he knows that his staring makes me uncomfortable.

"He needs to fuck off."
I grumble.

Frank snickers.

"What's wrong, girly?"
He asks softly.

I sigh.

"Frank, don't even try it. You have a big mouth."
I roll my eyes.

He frowns.

"Tiara, you're one of the coolest people I ever met. I would never tell anyone anything you told me. Not without your permission, of course."
He says seriously.

I sigh.

I did tell him to start telling people that I'm in a relationship. I was hoping it would make Harold back off.

"Okay, well. I'm having some relationships problems."
I say quietly.

He sips his coffee.

"Ah, those are the worst."
He says.

I crush up my wrapper anxiously.

"My boyfriend has been a little distant ever since we have a little argument and I don't know what to do."
I stress.

"What's it been, 2 months now?"
He asks.

"3."

"Well maybe he just needs some space."
He insists.

I hesitate.

"We don't even spend that much time together for him to want space."
I whisper, already thinking the worst.

He doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Hmm. Maybe you should call him and see what's going on. Maybe he's worried about you just as much as you're worried about him."

I bite my lip.

"I already tried that."

"Well what's one more time going to hurt?"