Blind Date

I couldn’t shake off the memories of what happened between Atlas and me in the washroom. It has gotten to the point where I can’t visit public or office washrooms without recalling the incident. What happened between us was wrong and so embarrassing. I was truly ashamed of myself.

It has been a week since I last saw Atlas, and I'm glad for the distance. But even in his absence, the memories occupied my mind, causing my work to suffer. Dr. Lawson noticed and called me out, saying, “Miss Miller, if you’d rather be somewhere else than be here, maybe you should just leave.” I apologized and tried to focus on taking notes during therapy sessions with different juvenile convicts. I was so mad at Atlas. I couldn’t concentrate on anything at work, and this incredible opportunity was slipping through my fingers because of him.

The week was finally over, and the weekend was on the horizon. Jess had started her internship, so she was busy during the week as well. It was Friday night, and I was b