Page 100 of Pucking Matt
“Yes, Mr. Robinson. I’ll get it done as soon as I can.”
“Oh and no cell phones, Amber.”
“Yes. I’m putting that away now. Right to work.”
The day moves along fairly fast. I head to the sandwich joint for lunch, remembering when I saw Matthew in here a few weeks ago. The suit I had on that day definitely intrigued him. I wonder what he would do if I sent him a selfie of my outfit. Maybe I could tease him just a little. I have yet to look at my phone to see if he’s texted me. I’m avoiding it because the tension and the flirting has me in a chokehold. I want so badly to talk to him, but I don’t at the same time. And I think that’s my problem. I want my space but then not at all. I’ve been told that I lead guys on. I don’t want to lead Matt on. He can take a joke, but I won’t mess with his head in that way.
By the end of my work day, I finally check my phone. Matt didn’t text me, and I’m glad about it. I wonder if he’ll enjoy working at the Grind Stone without me there. Maybe he’ll text me during his next shift.
The next day when I’m walking into work, Matt texts me at the same time as yesterday.
Matt: Have a good day
Amber: You too
The next day it’s the same exact text message.
Matt: Have a good day
Amber: You too
The next day.
Matt: Have a good day
Amber: You too
It’s hilarious at this point, and I wonder how long it will continue. I scroll through our texts and giggle.
That night when I’m finally work-free, I’m in my pajamas watching a movie on my phone when Matt FaceTimes me. Frick, I’m so not dressed for this.
I answer on the third ring, realizing I have nowhere to run. I can’t change my clothes in two seconds.
“Hi,” I say as his face comes on my screen.
“Hi, are you sleeping?”
I snuggle the pillow and say, “No, but you interrupted my movie.”
“You look so tired. Do you need anything?”
I shake my head. “I should probably just sleep.”
“Okay. I need to study. Do you want to fall asleep with me on the phone?”
My face pinches. I see it in my reflection. “Fall asleep on the phone? No, Matthew. I decline your proposal.”
He laughs. “I can imagine a man asking you to marry them and that would be your reply.”
I roll my eyes. “I won’t be having a man to ask me such a big question any time soon.”
“You don’t want to get married?”
I roll over. “I want to, eventually. But I want to go to law school and get that career first.”
“You do?” Matt asks, shocked.
“Yeah. You sound surprised.”
