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P.S. To the security cameras in the car park: no, I did not almost walk into a pole while staring at his back muscles. That was someone else. Who looks exactly like me. And if Mrs Primrose asks, I was studying the architectural features of the building. For . . . reasons.
P.P.S. Is it weird that I’m genuinely worried about whatever made him leave like that? It is, right? We’ve had only two actual interactions. Three if you count “Need help, sweetheart?” as a conversation. (I’m counting it. The Wine Club probably has it catalogued as “Initial Suspicious Contact” in whatever conspiracy dossier they’re building about us.) It feels weird to be so invested after so few encounters.
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SO THAT’S WHY THEY CALL HIM SAVAGE
Posted by Anonymous at 12:03 a.m.
March 22
Fun fact: When your work colleagues suggest Friday drinks in The Valley, the appropriate response is NOT “yes please immediately right now let’s go.”
Me
Going for work drinks in The Valley.
Megan
That’s his territory.
Me
I have no idea what you mean.
Megan
Sure, you don’t. Just like you have no idea why you’ve been “working late”.
Me
I hate that you use air quotes in text.
Megan
I hate that you’re this obvious.
Me
I’m being professional!
Megan
You googled “biker bars in The Valley” a hundred times.
Me
First of all, it was nine times, and I was conducting important geographical research for work purposes.
Megan
Work purposes?
Me
There could be a very legitimate reason why a senior developer needs to know the exact distribution pattern of motorcycle-friendly establishments in Brisbane’s nightlife district.
