Charlotte
One. Two. Three. I looked away. I am always the one who looks away. I have always thought I was great at standing my ground but he makes me feel things I didn’t know I could feel in such a short time. “We should probably talk about this at some point” I tell him, more like stammered it.
“Talk about what?” He asks
“Seriously? That day at the parking lot? The elevator? Your office” My breath hitched at that one “And, now”
“What is there to talk about?” He asks and I want to clobber him and then kiss him and then clobber his again while kissing him.
“God, men are idiots!” I say and stand up from the table
“Where are you going?” He asks
“Somewhere where you are not else I might commit murder” I drop my napkin on the table and walk out. I briefly contemplated the bathroom but
