Pen
I sat on the edge of the tub with tears in my eyes and stared at the bathroom door, waiting to hear the slamming of doors of Chandler leaving the house.
I wiped my nose and winced at the pain in my side. It was the latest injury from Chandler due to the fact that I had embarrassed him in front of his colleagues by dropping by his office to bring him lunch.
It wasn't even my fault. I didn't want to go. I had told his mother that she could go by herself, but she insisted that I needed to put more effort in.
We walked into his building with his favorite take out food and I was nervous as hell. He had been clear with me that I not bother him at work. He always said that he was too important to busy himself with any frivolous thing I need during the day.
I couldn't tell his mom this. S
