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Didn’t matter if they did; I wasn’t going back. I had a movie to see.
I’d missed all the matinees, and if I didn’t get my ass into gear, I’d miss the first late show too. Not that I knew which time Yellow planned on attending, or even which theater, but I had this gut instinct telling me I needed to get there now.
We hadn’t exactly talked about movies again after the kiss in my office. Or about the kiss.
It had felt wrong to just leave her there, hiding out under the desk, but I needed to get Bella out of the room, and—yes—I suppose I could’ve just come clean to my sister then and told her that I now worked with Yellow—er, in the same building as her, anyway—and that I was interested in her, but right there at the office was the worst place to have that conversation. Plus, it hadn’t seemed like Yellow had been ready to see her again either, especially when she’d scampered under the desk to avoid Bella.
So…
What had happened had happened, and when I returned from lunch, I’d glanced over that memo of Jada’s and returned it to Yellow’s desk, handing it back to her with a yellow Post-it note on the front.
“Hey, uh, I’ve skimmed over this like Jada asked. And here…” I thrust it at Yellow awkwardly. “You can tell her it looks fine to me.”
She glanced down, then widened her eyes when she read the note I’d written.
You okay? Everything fine? Did I mess up by just leaving you there like that?
“Okay, great,” she answered, plucking a pen from her pen cup and scribbling something under my questions. “I’ll let her know.” Then she peeled the note free from the printed memo and handed it back to me.
And thus…
We had officially reverted ourselves back to grade school, sneaking secret notes to each other when no one was looking. If it weren’t so bizarre, it’d almost be adorable.
Not really caring how immature it was, I read what she had to say immediately.
I’m wonderful! Can’t stop smiling! You didn’t mess up at all. You good?
She even ended it with a cheerful little smiling face.
After heaving out a relieved breath, I glanced up and grinned at her so big I’m surprised the corners of my mouth didn’t break out the sides of my face.
“I’m great,” I said, then cringed. “I mean, that’s great. Thanks.” Then I lifted the note and added, “Let me know if anything changes.”
“Will do.”
I turned away and whistled all the way back to my office. For the rest of the week, we somehow ran into each other every time one or the other of us was in the breakroom, refilling our drinks. We never talked about anything important, or too personal, not even the movies.
I’d probably never drunk so much hot tea or talked about the weather that intently in all my life. But the brief moments of crossing her path were my favorite moments of each day.
And tonight, I was going to see that movie if it was the last thing I did.
I returned to my original theater. I probably should’ve checked the one further away first, since she had a reason for going there now. But I wouldn’t have made it in time—if this was even the time she would be there. Or the night.
Filled with the sense that I was in the correct time and place, I purchased my ticket and sped straight to the big room.
When I paused just inside the double doors, my gaze tracked the lower levels first, looking for that familiar blond ponytail. But no one was sitting in her usual spot.
Dammit.
A moment of frustration filled me. I’d gone to the wrong damn place.
And I’d been so sure it would all line up perfectly.
What an idiot I’d been.
I was tempted to leave, maybe try again for the late-late show, or race to the other theater and see if she was there, but some guy who’d just entered ahead of me, paused by someone sitting by the aisle near the back and asked, “Is this seat taken?”
A familiar voice answered, “Yes.”
