What a day. First I'm late, then I get put on this stupid project, and then I have to
stay after work just to finish it all up. By the way, thanks Jessica, really showing
how responsible you are as a manager today, shoving all this unnecessary stuff onto me.
Top-notch division of labor. Freaking Jessica, seriously, someone should say
something to her, but not me. Yeah, I, uh, wow, thinking about it, that wouldn't go
down well at all. I'd probably be the one that ends up apologizing. At least it's
over. Now I can just sit here and shut out the world. Might even get some
reading done. I can't believe I had to catch this train though. It's so late, and
how can it be so late? Hmm. Screw you, Jessica. Best not think about this now.
I'm going home, and that's all that matters, and, wait, wait a minute, who's
this? Well, hello, you tall drink of cashmere, you. Oh, wait, oh my god, no, please
just keep walking, and you're sitting directly across from me. Please, please,
don't look at me. I'm not blushing, am I? I hope not. Maybe, maybe I can hide my
book up here in front of my face. Yeah, this should work. Oh, you're also taking
a book out to read, are you? Anything interesting? Oh my god, that's my book.
That's, that's my book. Um, you're reading the exact same book as me. What's going
on here? Is this like, okay, slow your roll me. I refuse to say fate. Oh, he
noticed it. Maybe he'll, okay, do not smile like that, you gorgeous man. Okay,
stop it. Yes, I know we're reading the same book. Please don't. Oh, um, uh, oh, he's
looking, uh, book up, book back up. That was probably one of the worst, most
childish things I could have done. Let me just pretend this never happened, and
hopefully he will too. But what is wrong with me? Why am I getting so flustered? I
don't know. He's so dapper, and in a really cute way. That's not fair, you know?
Sitting there with your book, all wrapped up in that scarf. You look so cozy. Just
wrap me up in there with you. Oh my god. I, uh, I need to not do that. I'm letting
my imagination go haywire. I wonder if he's new in town or something. That, see,
that doesn't make any sense. Why, why would I even think that? It's not like I
take this train, like ever. This could be his usual ride. What if he is new in town
though? Maybe he needs someone to show him around, help him find his bearings. Or,
or maybe he's been here all this time, and, and I'm the new person, and he'll
sweep me off my feet, and show me the true meaning of Christmas, just like in
Jesus Christ. That's not, this isn't, why am I even coming up with this garbage?
I, wait, are you leaving? No, don't get up. I didn't even say anything to you. Oh,
oh god, don't look at me with those beautiful eyes. Oh no. I'm pathetic. Did I
possibly just miss out on someone amazing? Not that anything would have come
out of that, but just, I need to get better at this. Who knows if I'll even
see him again. I hope I do.