♥ Brendan ♥
My inbox looked like it had multiplied while I was in the bathroom.
Quarterly reports.
Meeting invites.
A polite reminder from HR about some training I still hadn’t done.
The usual corporate noise.
I took a sip of lukewarm coffee and started working through the emails one by one. Numbers, targets, projections. It was all familiar, almost comforting in its own way. It was a far cry from Rockland, from the life I had once pictured for myself with a small townhouse and a girl who smelled like vanilla and sugar. My phone buzzed next to the keyboard.
✉Alice💛: Dinner at my place tonight? I am craving pasta and your face.
A smile pulled at my mouth before I could stop it. Not that I would want to.
✉Brendan: That is a very specific craving. What time?
✉Alice💛: Seven. Don
