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“I’m good,” he said. “I get the feeling you don’t want to answer this question.”
“It’s not that I don’t. I think it’s more that I’m embarrassed over it. Or the outcome.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” he said.
“When I went to law school, I had all these ideals in my head about making a difference in the world.”
“Saving people?” he asked.
“Something like that. I don’t think I thought I’d save the world, just make a difference in some part of it.”
“I’m sure you did that plenty of times.”
“I did. And when it happened it was rewarding and fed my ego and confidence that it was the right decision.”
“But not as much as you wanted it to be?” he asked. “Or not feeding it the way it needs to be?”
She picked up her wine and moved to the living room. Her place wasn’t that big. He could see the kitchen from where she sat on the couch. Rather than sit in the chair there, he joined her on the couch.
She grinned and turned so she was facing him, put one knee up. She was wearing baggy jeans that were in style but showed her tiny waist with a purple cotton shirt she had tucked in.
It still wasn’t bold or fancy, but it was better than the plain suits he’d seen her in.
“I didn’t save as many people as I thought and the rewarding part didn’t last as long either. It made me feel like a bad person that their win fed me the need to keep going.”
“Why?” he asked. “You were doing your job. One that was demanding, stressful and time consuming. Taking time to celebrate is a good thing to keep you recharged to do it again. It wouldn’t pull you away from the next person that needed your help.”
He saw her eyes start to fill when he said those words. He was doing one shitty job impressing Mia and wasn’t sure why he always seemed to say the same thing.
“That is very nice of you to say.”
“Then why do you look upset? Talk about fumbling on a date. Good lord, I’m starting to think I suck at this and it’s why I’m still single.”
She put her glass down, then took his beer out of his hand and set it next to her wine.
Her hands went to his face and her mouth to his.
Guess he wasn’t fumbling as much as he feared.
The kiss started out slow and then she nudged his mouth open, her tongue sliding in.
He tasted the sweet wine on her lips, the two of them making out like teens who couldn’t get enough.
But they weren’t teens. They were adults and she finally lifted her head.
“Now I feel better.”
“Glad to know,” he said. “Can you explain why you did that when I thought I was making a mess of things?”
“You’re not making a mess of things. What you said I needed to hear. I told my sister this morning that I felt like such a failure in my career compared to them.”
“Don’t compare yourself to people. I can’t stand it when people do it to me and I would never to anyone else.”
“Morgan told me that too. The truth is, I saw what you made of your life and the circumstances around it and how it came about and here I left my last job because it was just so overwhelming for me.”
“There you are again, comparing me and you. Don’t do that. I’m sure you’ve touched and helped many more people than I have.”
“In numbers,” she said. “Sure. But they forget me after. This is where the embarrassing part comes from. For some reason I thought I’d help my clients and they’d be thankful and remember I was the one that made a change in their life.”
