I returned to work, checking my email, waiting for a response from Frank about social media policy. There was a second email from Alan, who still thought the new social media strategy for the news network was low-class, but he had some good ideas. However, there was no email from Frank. I couldn't move forward without his input.
At the end of the day, I still hadn't heard from him. I wondered if maybe he was planning to see me later in the day. Part of me desperately hoped he would, even though I knew it was a foolish journey to try to get close to him.
But as the minutes passed, it became clear that he wouldn't come. Was he avoiding me? Or was he simply too busy? Pushing aside my disappointment, I gathered my things and put on my coat, eager to start my quiet evening alone.
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