I don't feel like going to the wine tasting event. After last night- whatever that was -I doubt I'll ever be able to look Mr. Scott in the eye again.My dreamy yellow dress stares at me from my bed and I sigh. A car is scheduled to pick me up in twenty minutes and I'm sitting here in a towel freshly showered and completely unprepared. Last night's ordeal is eating at me, more than I could've prepared myself for. Does this mean Mr. Scott has feelings for me? If so, why did he push me away?I smooth out my frown and sigh. Maybe wine won't be too bad.[] [] []I can't believe I only gave myself twenty minutes to get ready! My hair is mostly dried, I've got about a drop of makeup on, I'm putting my shoes on in the car and I'm late. I already know the building we're going to, it's the best winery nearby, which isn't saying much. My dad took me there when I turned of age for drinking. It's a little far out, thirty minutes or so directly north from the coast. When we arrive, I see that it ha
"Okay, okay.", I encourage, smiling wildly, "Okay shh- ", I giggle. Daisy and Eva muffling their own laughs,"Okay, so I don't wanna date Mr. Scott for two reasons."They sit up straight; Daisy looks more than focused... Almost offended.It's Friday, I haven't seen Mr. Scott since Monday, and after days of stressing I've decided to relax and let go of whatever little composure this week has left me with."Okay, one. I gotta keep things professional y'know? Like, I don't wanna have work complications."The girls hum their approval."Two, can you like, oh my goodness,", Wow, I hadn't even thought about this one, "Could you like... imagine if my dad found out about him? He would just leach and leach and leach."Eva gasps and Daisy holds a hand to her chest, nodding."Plus... he's so a playa'.", I simmer, and all the girls laugh."He's hot though.", Eva drawls.I groan, "He's so hot, you should- You should see his hands... Mm Mm Mm.", I shake my head,"Scrumptious." And we all laugh.[] [
"Okay, no offense Aurora, but I literally thought you'd never find anyone." "Same." "Same." I furrow my brows, "What? Why?" Daisy chuckles through the screen, "No, not in a bad way... I just mean- " "She means that you're super independent. You've never been into that kind of stuff, so we'd never expect you to...", Helly fades out, struggling with her words. "Ugh, he's so hot, can you find that photo of you guys dancing again?", Sam sighs, leaning on her palms. I glance at her boyfriend in the back, gaming and dead to the world. I've just mentioned to them that I've been invited to dinner by Mr. Scott and that I accepted, we're going shopping on Thursday for a dress. "I can't believe this.", Daisy giggles, "How exciting Ro!" I smile to my fingers; it is exciting. Now that we're doing something, I'm not as conflicted. I'll go to dinner, and I'll make my final judgement from there. Problem solved. [] [] [] It's hard to act natural around Ms. Bailey now, I feel like I'm in tro
I can't pick my mind up. All day, it swims in the deep with Mr. Scott, him swirling around my thoughts. It's distracting. I'm not sure if he's got my number or not, but he hasn't contacted me since Saturday night. It's Sunday night now and I'm still on a high. Judging by how happy he's left me, it would be reasonable to say my decision has been made, but something still eats at me. Ms. Bailey's words. She's a middle-aged woman, and by the snippets I've gathered of her personal life, I think she's married, so she wouldn't be scaring me off due to jealousy. If only I could know the extent of Ms. Bailey perspective. Until then, I'll wait for Mr. Scott's next move.I'm making dinner for the week, something about spaghetti is calling my name. I've got the blues on in the background and I'm doing the only dance moves I know as I stir. This spaghetti is going to rule. My fingers lightly rest on my lips as I remember Mr. Scott. I roll my eyes and smile. I wonder if he thinks of me.As I twirl
"Mr. Scott.", I greet, surprised to see him.I'm working very late this afternoon; I've been left with a stack of paperwork as tall as a small child and I'm supposed to finish it all by Friday. It wouldn't usually be a problem, but I can't get my brain to focus. My brain has been overcrowded by kisses.He smiles to me, before looking around the office, "Ms. Bailey?"I glance down to my sheet of paper, trying to read a paragraph for the third time, "She's gone home. She'll be here tomorrow at- ""Quarter to eight, I know.", Mr. Scott chimes, resting on my desk.I check my surroundings before chortling, "Get your fat ass off my desk.", waving him away.He chuckles, crossing his arms and staying put. His smile is so nice. I lower my eyes."Thank you." He retorts, shaking his head. At my lack of response, he looks down to my paper, "What are you working on?", He asks, holding his hand out.I lean back and hand him the paper, taking a moment to stretch, "I'm double-checking numbers for Ms.
I'm sad. I shouldn't be, but I am. I jogged this morning, but I still feel weighed down. I texted my friends to let them know I was okay, I got to work early, I'm doing everything right, but I still feel reserved. I can't stop sighing and wish I was in bed. Honestly, it stings to know that the first time my mother has reached out in so long is to request money, that that is on the top of her priority list. I'd expect that from my dad, but from my mum?That sucks.It also hurts to know that I can't let Mr. Scott near them. For his benefit, he's better off never meeting them. I breathe in a tight breath and send off an email I've been tinkering with for far too long, I'm not focusing great and nothing I do is helping, so I peel back into a stretch. Mid-pull, Ms. Bailey calls me to her office."Good morning.", I greet as cheerily as I can, though I notice how flat I sound.Ms. Bailey nods to me and says to close the door. A bad feeling ruptures my stomach."So. Aurora,", She starts, risi
Ms. Bailey sits perfectly upright beside Mr. Campbell and I, us getting interrogated by Mr. Scott's advisors and lawyers.I sit silent along with Mr. Campbell. His eyes are grey and dreary, like he's already given up on escaping unscathed. It's hard to not follow his train of thought.It's odd being on this side of the table, being interrogated for a wrongdoing. In a strange way, I feel relieved. It's hard to play with the big dogs, they bite hard. Holding threats over someone's head, especially someone as likeable as Mr. Campbell, makes me feel awful. I'm not too accustomed to delving into emotions and feelings, but I know that when my gut twists and I stress about something for hours after work, something is wrong.So even though I'm certain I'll lose my job, despite Mr. Scott's promise on Friday night, I can't say I disagree with the decision, nor am I completely crushed by it.Ms. Bailey is defending herself now, she bends the truth without lying and I, having never been too quick
It doesn't make sense. Mr. Scott keeps coming into Ms. Bailey's old office, now my office, with little gifts and stories, spending every spare moment he has talking to me and making me laugh. I keep waiting for the 'So, I heard about this new opportunity you got... Share it?', but it never comes. It's baffling. He's baffling.It's Friday today and after telling the girls that Mr. Scott and I have become rather... close, they've relentlessly nagged me to invite him to dinner with us. So, with a pretty please, I've gotten Mr. Scott to come to a rooftop gardens restaurant tonight and finally meet the girls in whole."Flores, it's Kevin. Ke-vin.", Mr. Scott emphasizes, gesturing out the syllables as we walk up a flight of stairs.I beam at him, knocking him with my hip, "Well, you still call me Flores.""That's because Aurora is too close to Baby.", He retorts, and I choke. He laughs and throws an arm over my shoulder, "I can start calling you Baby- ""Shut up.", I ground out, pinching hi