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Without actually saying it, he knows I can't afford the luxuries I'm used to. I'm just not comfortable asking him for anything yet.
There is one thing about having money that I miss more than all the other things put together. But no matter how much I scrimp and save, there is no way I can afford a new dress, a designer dress. I miss everything about the process, the parade, the choosing, the fitting, the putting it on when everything is done, and feeling like that dress was made just for me.
One day, I promise myself. One day, I'll be back in a designer's studio getting fitted.
Matthias texts me at lunchtime on the third day I've stayed with him.
Matthias:You didn't answer my questionnaire.
Me:I didn't have anything I want to answer.
Matthias: Then don't blame me when I get something you don't like.
Matthias:Hello?
Matthias:So now you're not even going to answer my texts?
Matthias:Rissieeeeeee, I need to know what soda you like!
Me:I was working. One of us has to.
Matthias:Ouch. I'll have you know, I just spent half an hour designing my new business card. Now the font is 12 points instead of 13 points. Just call me Mr. Business Mastermind.
Me:BM? As in... in Bowel... M...?
Matthias:Hmm. Never mind. Just call me Genus.
Me:What kind of genus? Fungi? I should call you Candida?
Matthias:That was a typo and you know it. Why are you so mean to me?
Me:Because you like it.
Matthias:Well, I like you...
I put my phone into a locked drawer so I don't respond to him again, and lock my office for good measure. But that proves to be even more detrimental than just answering the message.
Around lunchtime, Matthias comes bounding in, large bags in both of his arms.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, suspicious. Even after just spending a few days with him, I know that where Matthias goes, chaos ensues. He riles my staff up, and while it makes them excited for work, it's annoying that they have quickly taken to him more than me.
"You ask me that question a lot," he says, exasperated.
I laugh, realizing that I do, indeed, ask him that a lot. "Well, you're around where you shouldn't be a lot!"
"Darling, I ameverywhere. You should just get used to it." He winks and disappears into the kitchen and comes back with one smaller bag.
"What's that?"
He dangles it in the air. "This? It's food."
"Why?"
He frowns. "Why is food? That's an existential question if I've ever heard one."
I'm going to strangle him one day. "Why do youhavefood?"
He grins, "It's just some subs, I didn't know what you like becauseyou didn't answer my questionnaire, so I got a Mediterranean roast vegetable one, a Greek gyro sub and a crispy skin pork belly roll. Someone told me the best place to get them in the city so I wanted to try out."
