Theodore
“Oh, you here?”
Gilda looks at me wide-eyed, turning around as she is biting into what seems to be a hotdog filled with everything possible.
“Theo,” she squeals, holding her hand in front of her full mouth. “Hey!”
I laugh, hopping to sit on her desk. “What are you doing here this late?”
She rolls her eyes, munching to be able to speak properly. “Ugh, you know how the boss is.”
“Uh-huh,” Grinning, I watch her mirror my smile as she wipes her lips from the greasy stuff. “Where did you get that? I could use something to eat now.”
“There is a hot dog cart right outside the building. I guess that he has noticed that I love these things and am actually making him rich with all my cravings.”
Shaking my head, I chuckle thinking how some people are just gifted as she must h
