What happened? You’re going to leave me curious? I saw Lily’s message, But I noticed the coffee in my hands was a trap. There was a phone number after my name. I went from red to pale. Luckily, there was a seat in the subway, so I sat down to process what happened.

Setting the coffee between my legs, I texted Lily, The guy I puked on yesterday, he was the barista I just bought my coffee from.

Holy shit! She sent, followed by a wall of ‘Hahas.’ Signature Abbie luck. They should make a movie about you.

I wish I was in a movie. At least I could hop off my character every once in a while.

Looking around, the car was busy. Despite it being the weekend morning. I looked back at the number on the coffee cup and texted Lily again.

Oh, and you wanna know the worst part?

There’s more?!? 0.0

He gave me his number.

You should call! She responded immediately.

What?

I mean, he was cute, a bit too skinny for me, though. I like having something to grab on to.

TMI...

He was nice, too. He didn’t get mad, and even cared about you. Even after you did your thing on him.

It’s not my thing!!!

I took a sip of the coffee while she was typing. The first sip of coffee is the best sensation of the day. The creamy taste permeated my tongue, accompanied by the spice of the cinnamon, the sweetness, and just a hint of vanilla. I don’t care much about food, I could eat anything. But coffee, when it’s done right, is something I can revel in. I left the coffee sit a little to get to that perfect temperature. When it’s too hot, you can’t really taste it.

Give it a chance, it’s just a date. Lily finished typing, and the subway stopped.

I ended up going to the office, anyway. It’s not uncommon for me to work on a weekend, but I rarely come into the building.

Margareth was on guard duty today. She had a floral tie on. The flowers had smiles on their faces, which made me smile.

The office door was open already. That was unusual. I pondered calling Marge up again, but it couldn’t be anything, right?

Lisa was supposed to close the doors yesterday. She forgets stuff sometimes. Besides, nothing like this has ever happened in this building.

A noise came from the cubicles, interrupting the walk to my office. Putting the coffee cup on my table, I sneaked to it. I’ve been hunting with my dad before.

He always said, “keep your breath steady baby. If you can hear them, assume that they can hear you too.” It was hard keeping my breath steady, and sneaking with heels was even worse. In my purse, my hand gripped the pepper spray I got from my mom when I came to the city.

“Hands where I can see em!” I shouted, pressing the hard cap of the spray.

“AAAAGHH!!” John yelled, as pale as the piece of paper he was holding.

Luckily, the cap was locked.

“Oh, it’s you.” My body relaxed. “What are you doing here?”

He stood there with his hands in the air before responding, “I-I saw you left earlier yesterday, so I asked Lisa for the key to help out today.” He went from white to red in seconds. “Sorry. I should’ve talked to you first. I d-“

“It’s okay John. Thank you for helping. But how did you know I was coming to the office today?”

“I didn’t.” He said. I started laughing involuntarily. “What?”

“Look at us losers. Working on a Saturday.” I hit him on the shoulders, wiping the tears from my eyes. “You should go rest. You deserve it. Leave it to me.”

“I insist on helping yo- the company, I mean.”

I was just like him when I was younger. Willing to do anything for the company. I thought that if I worked hard back then, I would have more free time in the future. But he is still young. He should go out, go to a party, puke on someone... Maybe not that part. But he seemed like he wasn’t leaving. So, I thought, ‘I better amuse him with some work.’

“Okay then, since you insist. I’ll give you something to do. We reached our sales quota, which is good. It doesn’t count if the higher ups don’t see it, though. We need to catalogue everything and put it in the system... Just do that with your sales and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“I’ve already done that.”

“Really?” That’s the employee of the month for you. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to do that, but I’ll give you the other guy’s papers as well, then.”

“Alright!” he seemed way too excited about this.

“Meanwhile, I’ll come up with the strategy for this month... Umm, do you still have that spreadsheet that I sent out last month?”

“Yeah, I’ll send it to you.”

“Thank you, and...” I extended my arm for a fist bump. “Go team losers!”

“Team losers!” He answered.

I went back to my office and notice Lisa had dumped all the papers on my desk. I wonder why a tech company insists on using this much paper. This time, I wasn’t so delighted to organize this mess. I took a sip of the coffee. It was leaning more to the cold side now. The number was staring right at me.

I gave John the papers to organize and put into the system. And went back again. There were still clients that were transferred from Maine. I assigned them to each agent, taking another sip of the now cold coffee. The cinnamon was giving it a bitter taste.

I sent some memes to John while he sent me back the sales files. Hearing him laugh from his cubicle was amusing. It was now nearing lunch time. He had finished cataloging everyone’s work, and he came into my office.

“Thank you for the help today.” I said.

“It was nothing.”

“You’re leaving already?” He had his coat on his hand.

“Yeah, I’m going out to lunch... and I was wondering...” He stopped for a second, his face became rosy. I had never noticed but, he was quite handsome. His lips were thin and curved gently when he smiled.

“Wondering what?” I asked.

“Nothing, nevermind.” He shook his head. “Are you sure you don’t want my help anymore?”

“It’s okay! Go enjoy your weekend.” I said, almost shunning him out.

The office was a lot quieter without him, though. I put everything in place, preparing for the next week. In Miles’ cubicle, there was a succulent. Even he can take care of a succulent. I noticed the soil wasn’t too dry. The other plants were good as well. I checked the printer near the window. Sometimes they leave paper on the tray, and when Mildred goes to print something, it gets stuck.

Back at my office, the first thing I saw was the number on the cup. The coffee was already frigid. I took a sip of it anyway, but it wasn’t good. Hovering it over the trash, I wondered. “Should I call? It was just a date... Just a call.” I put the number on a slip of paper. “I’ll decide later. There’s work to be done.”