Crossing Paths – Part Two


Finally, a moment to myself. Today was incredibly busy and wholly unproductive. It was important work, I needed to introduce my two new staff to the company and prepare them for their projects, but it prevented me from getting any of my critical tasks completed.

My phone vibrated with a new text message. I pick it up and see it’s from Jared, my boyfriend of about eight months.

“Hey Babe. Wanna come over in an hour?” I glance at the clock, it’s a little past four. On a normal day, I could be free in time to head over, but tonight, I am going to have to work late to catch up on some of the missed work today. I type out a quick response, “Can’t. I have to work late tonight. I can come by after, maybe 8?”

His response is fast, “No, maybe tomorrow.”

I stare at my phone, frankly, I don’t have the energy to text him back. We will figure something out tomorrow. Our relationship started out fun, we would meet up a few times a week and go out, either drinking or dancing, but lately, it has started to stagnant. We still go out, but it is starting to get tiring, I am ready for our relationship to progress past this current stage.

I don’t think I am ready to move in with him, but I would like to start seeing him more than a few times a week. I want to get more serious, not go out as much, maybe stay in and cook for each other, or have a weekend day where we just lounge around and cohabitate.

I think we just need to have a talk. I am not sure if he feels as serious about the relationship as I do, but I really like him, so I want to make sure we both move forward on the same page.

I put my phone down and wake up my laptop, determined to get started so I can get out of here at a reasonable hour. Like a typical non-profit employee, I wear many hats. I sort of got thrust into this role when my old manager left the company. I am fully capable, but it is more work than I initially thought it would be. Thank god I was able to hire two new employees, once they are fully onboarded, my workload will get much more bearable.

My list for the night: make new employee files, sort through the five HR complaints the department received today, finalize the new job search list for Tony, and respond to all my emails. With hope, it should only take me three hours.

I am about ten minutes in the workload when I am interrupted by a knock at the door. Not pausing my typing, I holler out, “Come in.” The door opens to reveal Tony, holding a Panera Bread takeout bag.

“Hey, Meredith. I took a guess that you would be working late tonight to catch up on all you missed while doing our orientation today, so I thought I could bring you a snack. I hope it’s not inappropriate, I just wanted to thank you for a great first day.”

“That is very nice of you and very welcome. I am starving,” I respond and stop typing, to fully look at him. Dinner wasn’t something I even thought about, but once I saw the bag, my stomach started grumbling.

“Oh good. I won’t dally so you can get back to work.” He walks towards my desk and drops off the bag. “I got you a basic salad and sandwich, I wasn’t sure what you would like.”

“I am sure it will be delicious.” Tony starts walking towards the door. He turns back to give me a quick wave, “Enjoy and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, Tony. Thanks again.” At that, he shuts the door behind himself and I am alone again. That was really kind of him. I am more confident with the hiring of him now, I think we will work well together.

I finish off the task I was just working on, then dig into my surprise dinner. The first bite is slightly bitter, as I realize Jared has never done anything like this for me.

Check back soon for the next installement.

Cheers, Ivy!

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