LXXIX
LXXIX
I was a zombie by the time Monday rolled in. The only thing that kept me awake was the coffee that never left my hand. I was having refills upon refills. I even had coffee from the office, and it wasn't as bad as it was when I first started at Bavard.
Surprisingly, I perform better while fueled by coffee. I had done all of my work by 11:45am. I would give myself a pat on the back but I don't have anything else to do other than wait for work to end and I go home to another pot of coffee.
"You seem very well this morning." Zach marvelled.
Maybe because of the coffee, but I wasn't startled at all.
"Really?" I take a huge gulp of the coffee.
The styrofoam cup was empty, the women from the break room would give me shit if I kept popping by the break room for huge cups of coffee.
"Yeah, you are so attractive this morning." He eyed me before dropping a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of me.
My heart was about to pop out of my chest when I saw that. He probably saw how crazy I looked and walked down the street to get me more coffee.
"Are you okay? You seem.. off." He was looking pointedly at the number of discarded coffee cups under my table.
"Yeah I'm fine, I didn't get much sleep last night, so I am relying on these to keep me awake." I tell him.
"What were you doing? I know the seminar got postponed because of the serial killer thing."
I must have shown some kind of emotion when he mentioned the killer because he frowned.
"You were that spooked by the killer?"
No, not really, I'm spooked by the fact that the extremely hot guy I made out with might have been gotten by the killer because even if I left him first, I am deathly worried about him.
"Yeah.. it's just so.. spooky you know, knowing I might have passed him during the bon fire, or in the lobby." I say instead.
He had a look of understanding on his face as he says,
"You should have taken the day off, the management allowed it, and it won't be going out of your pay check." He tells me.
This was the softest, kindest side of Zach I have ever experienced.
But yeah, I did get the memo from the company in my email before I left the house this morning. But I needed the distraction. If I stayed at home doing nothing I would have punched the wall so hard my knuckles would bleed.
"Yeah, I saw that. But I couldn't stay home by myself." I lie.
He looked as if he pitied me. Like he was thinking, poor Lisa, her mental health.
"Well they are also offering free therapy for the week. If you are up for it."
I didn't know about that, but I wasn't offloading my baggage unto someone else.
"I will see them soon. I just.. I just need to make it through today."
I was itching to call him again. By this time I already called about a thousand times without exaggerating it. But his phone was still turned off. That was the consequences of not digging more into his life, I should have known where to look when I couldn't reach his phone. I didn't even have Cam's phone number.
"If you want, I could get you more coffee." Zach offered.
I nod gratefully.
"That would be extremely helpful. Thank you."
He nods before walking off.
I pick up my phone again and dial his number, by now I had already crammed his phone number.
And this time it was ringing.
Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I say?
I had called him so much that somehow I expected to hear his phone switched off. So I hadn't thought of what to say.
"Lisa?" His voice was more surprised than I was.
I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. Thank goodness, I was partially expecting Cam to say the serial killer got him.
"Hello?" He greeted again when I don't answer.
"You're okay." I murmur.
He paused, "I'm okay." He confirmed.
"You're okay." He muttered.
"I'm okay." I confirm as well.
Simultaneously we release breaths.
"I was so worried, I came looking for you the next morning and this girl-- your roommate, she says you left. Did anything happen?"
He asked in a rush.
He did come looking for me, he wasn't put off by the fact that I practically threw myself at him that night.
"Yeah.. I had uh.. some family emergency." I lie.
But I was over the moon. He wasn't disgusted by me.
"Is everything okay now?"
"Yeah, everything is just perfect." I say as I smile.
"And you? I heard what happened and I have been calling since the beginning of time. What happened with you?"
"You wouldn't believe it, I fell asleep immediately we got back from Miami. And I slept through Sunday, I woke up this morning. With a flat battery. I just plunged in my phone before your call came in."
I sigh in relief, all my worries were for naught. But I was extremely happy he was okay.
"I am sorry I made you worry, I wasn't my intention."
I smile like a chicken. Even if they don't smile.
"It's okay, I made you worry first. I should have left a note or something. I'm sorry."
He chuckles, his rich voice fluttered through the speaker and to my ears and I could listen to him laugh for ever. It was so nice to listen to.
"Instead of apologizing back and forth. Why don't I take you to dinner? To tender my apology."
I know he meant food. But thought of seeing him one more time had my stomach flipping. As old as I was, I could proudly say I had butterflies in my belly.
"Sounds good." I tell him that instead of the thirty million dirty things I wanted him to do to me.
"Great, I'll forward you the details of the place, see if you like it and I'll come pick you up by 8."
I blush like a high school girl.
"Sure, of course."
I could hear him beam.
"See you by eight?"
"See you by eight." I confirm.
This is the night I will get slutted out. I manifest it.
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