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Brazen
The delivery keeps me away from the office for most of the day. My hands work on the scheduled task, but Noah and Sunday are never far from my mind. When the last of the lumber is put away, I can’t get back quick enough. I’m practically tripping over my feet now to get inside.
Sunday is working at her desk, and Noah, at hers. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. The two girls work in harmony but without any chatter.
Why aren’t they talking?
Neither girl even addresses me now that I’m inside.
“Um. Hey.”
Each looks up as if they are just noticing my arrival.
In unison, they say, “Hello,” but then go back to their work.
My best friend and the girl I want to pursue aren’t giving me the time of day. Did this somehow blow up in my face? I sit at my desk, more than a little confused.
“Where did you two go this morning?” I attempt to pry at least a little information out of them.
“We went and got pedicures.” Sunday stands, picks up a file folder, and walks it over to my desk.
I check to make sure Noah isn’t watching us and then narrow my eyes on Sunday. My best friend gives nothing away as she stares blankly at me.
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
“Sure did,” Sunday answers.
I stretch my neck and look around Sunday to our assistant. “Noah, did you have fun?”
“I did. Sunday is a better boss than you. She took me to play hooky.”
“Yeah, tyrant.” My business partner sticks her tongue out at me before going back to her desk.
The lack of information is killing me, and the workday is almost over. Sunday stole all my time with Noah. As I’m thinking it, she begins to pack up her things. Sunday smirks at me behind her, obviously already aware of what’s going through my mind. When Noah gets up, I do, too.
“I’m finished for the day,” she tells me.
“I’ll walk you out,” I say, already moving.
Once we’re alone, I don’t waste any time. “Do you have plans tonight?”
“Nothing particularly important, no.”
She leans away, and I step closer.
“I’d like to take you to dinner.”
“Are you asking?” With some attitude, she brushes her hair over her shoulder.
“Well, yeah.” Wasn’t that obvious? “Noah, can I take you to dinner?”
She holds everything in and doesn’t show a single tell about the answer to my question, letting me grow uncomfortable while I wait for her response. I’d even go as far as to say she’s enjoying keeping me guessing.
“Sure, I guess I could eat.”
She lets me off the hook, and, damn, am I relieved.
“Great. Come on, let’s go.” I take her by surprise when I grab her hand.
