It’s just that real life is heavier than whatever’s happening in my romantic life.
Mom needs me.
The gym needs me.
My savings need a miracle.
And Elena…
Elena is a client.
Sure, a client who made my day brighter.
A client who laughed with me.
A client I noticed way more than I should have.
I drag my hand over my face.
No.
Nope.
Not going there.
I’ll clarify with her next time.
Tell her we’ve gotta keep things professional.
No more dating talk, and no more accidental flirting.
No more wondering what she looks like when she isn’t wearing a peach sweatshirt.
I pull up my calendar.
Thursday.
5:30 PM.
I stare at it longer than necessary.
My stomach does something weird.
Stupid.
I’m looking forward to it.
I snap the calendar closed.
And say out loud, to the empty gym:
“Professional. Keep it professional.”
But the problem is…
I’m not sure I want to.
Chapter Three
