This is bad

I've not heard from him since that day. He did not call did not message, did not do anything. As much as I wanted to act like I wasn't bothered by it at all, I was bothered.

We only talked once on the phone and I wanted it to be a constant thing. I wanted it to be something we did everytime.

Whatever that feeling was, I needed to trash it. I mean as soon as possible because it definitely was happening.

"Hey gurrlllll." Tamara drawled ass soon as she entered my office.

Anytime she did that, I knew there was something she wanted to say. Something interesting. So whatever it was I wanted to hear it.

"What's up?" I asked as I raised my head from the clothes I was prepping.

Yes. Clothes. I still make my sample designers by myself and the people that work for me replicate it exactly. I've been cooped up in my own personal sewing space for a while now.

"There is this new place that just opened. And I heard their food is good. So why don't we catch lunch there together?" I did not both