I want to wave the folder over my head in triumph. See? I want to shout. I have work! I’m competent! I haveideas! Instead, I go for a wide smile as I hurry back to my desk. Will only gives me a confused look as he talks to a client on the phone, so I have to settle with texting Claire with the news when an instant message pops up in the corner of my computer screen. It’s from Matthias.
I’m sorry about how things ended the other night.
Oh God.
My eyes snap to Will who’s still on a call.
What do I say?
My fingers hover above the keyboard.Me too, I type before deleting it.Me too :(
Ugh. What? I delete it again and peek over the cubicle dividers to the far end of the office. When Matthias got the promotion, he moved to a desk with a corner window. I spy the receptionist, Margot, there now, the top of her head just visible.
I sit back down. He hasn’t sent anything else. He’s waiting for me.
Same, I type.Do youwant to…
What? Try again? Or maybe something smaller. A coffee?
Do I even want to?
“You’re talking to yourself again.”
“No, I’m not,” I say as Will puts the phone done.
“Muttering then.”
I stand again, trying to see him but Margot is still there.
“Is there an office game of whack-a-mole no one invited me to?”
I drop down in my chair, glancing at Will.
“Could you just…” I motion him over and he gives me a long-suffering look before pushing his chair over. “I went for a drink with Matthias on Saturday and he—”
“You and Matthias?”
“I told you this.”
“No, you told me he asked you out not that you said yes.”
“Well, I did. So? Harvey doesn’t care things like that.”
“I know but…” He looks at me strangely. “It’s Matthias.”
“Yes, Will. Your point?”
“He’s just so…nice.”
“Nice?”
“Too nice,” he clarifies. “Has-a-secret-agenda nice.”
“That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.”
“Is it? The man wakes up every morning, puts too much gel in his har and bribes people with bagels.”
“Because he’s—”