A whole week had gone by, and I was sticking to my "no communication" rule with Barbara. But it was killing me, man. My mind was always on her, like a broken record. I kept thinking about her, wondering if she was alright, how she was doing. It was crazy, how someone I was sure I hated from the jump was now taking up all my headspace.
It started off as a little obsession, but it was getting serious. I was daydreaming about her, smiling to myself thinking about her, especially when I remembered her cute stubborn streak.
It was really bad, you know? Reynold and Brian noticed. We'd be talking about work, life, whatever, and my mind would just wander off, landing right on her. My little woman.
"Man, just call her already!" Brian would say. "You're going crazy, and it's driving us crazy
