Noah
I don't understand. Natalie seemed to like what she saw yesterday when she walked into my office. I stood naked before her—I flirted with her. Yet the little vixen has now downloaded Tinder.
What did I do wrong?!
Did I not please her after all? Is that why she ran home so quickly? Do I look weird down there or something?
Or was I too harsh in the way I behaved?
I DON'T UNDERSTAND, AND IT'S KILLING ME!
I slurp on my latte in my misery, lifting the cup higher to give a little cheer to Natalie when she catches me spying on her from my office window. She narrows her fierce eyes, and I grimace—great, I've officially reached stalker-level creepiness.
Natalie goes back to swiping on her phone. She is on break, and suddenly I wish I had Tinder. I want to see her reaction to my picture.
