"Are you okay? You look all zombied again." I got asked by Mitch when I returned a few dvds today. He was halfway out the door for his break.
"Novel is haunting me" I answered. I asked him where he was heading, he was just going next door to the coffee shop so I tagged along.
Me-: "Still. Just when I think the thing is all well and happy I find another plothole or some small scene starts to feel wrong."
Mitch-: "Can't help you on that." he scratched his freshly shaved jaw. I took a look at him in his jeans and company blue sweater. He's managed to gain about five pounds in the last while, doesn't look like a rake anymore. "What?" he asked very much catching me checking him out.
Me-: "You look good is all. I like the no beard thing."
Mitch-: "Thank you. You're the only one to say anything. Starting to think I'm invisible at work."
Me-: "Willow I'm guessing."
Mitch-: "That obvious? She's in a relationship but from the way she's talking, it's about to bottom out."
It was one of those moments when I really wished we were in a movie or some nonsense, where I could have just pulled him to me for a kiss or made a move but we weren't and that would have caused a great amount of bad uncomfortable feelings and would have destroyed the semi-friendliness we've had for the last two years. So instead, I let out a deep breath and pretended to check my cell for imaginary missed messages I knew were not there while he got his coffee.
But I know he felt the strain for a couple of moments because he hurried to get a table while I got my own coffee, didn't wait in line with me and by the time I had walked over to the table, he was on to a common safer topic. The movies I'd just returned. Were they any good? I'm the only one who's had the guts to rent a couple of documentaries on porn and they might get pulled from the shelf for clearance.