Chapter Twelve

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