Closer Than Ever
"Hello, Witchy."
"What have I done this time?" He always calls me Witchy whenever I do something to annoy him.
"Nothing. I just think it's a nice name for you this afternoon—also considering the meeting I just had."
"Meeting? So you finally left your parents' cottage?" I teased him.
"Seems so. So, how's your day going?"
"Well, we finally had our presentation with the new CEO." I had been telling him about it for weeks and how scared I was.
"I'm sure you made me proud." I smiled. He always had a way of turning my worries into pixie dust.
"So, what was your meeting about?"
"Nothing much. Just meeting new people and signing a bunch of papers." He was always vague about his day. I had a feeling he was hiding something about his identity.
"It wouldn't kill you to be straightforward with me for once," I said, a little annoyed.
"I'm straight, Missy. I will never turn gay." He chuckled, effortlessly changing the subject.
"You're just hopeless. Well, I have to go back now. Talk later."
"Alright, bye. You never told me the color of your undies today."
I gasped. "Bye!" I hung up immediately.
I didn't even know when we started getting that intimate. He often asked about the color of my underwear, and I always told him like it was the most natural thing in the world. As I walked back to my office, I wondered how we had gotten so close. Well, I was just glad to have someone to talk to. Funny how, despite all our conversations, we never discussed important things—like where I worked or what he did for a living.
Tonight, I would ask him some questions. It also bothered me how much space he took up in my thoughts on a daily basis.
The rest of the day passed without trouble. We didn't see the CEO again, only caught a glimpse of his car as he drove off before closing. I guess he wasn't as bad as we thought.
Tomorrow, we'd be heading back to the market to supply more products. Jobs weren't easy to find around here, so I had no intention of slacking off. Maybe, with luck and hard work, I'd get promoted or transferred to another sector. Juvango Juice Company was a subsidiary of Maris Hotel and Suites Worldwide. If I got moved to the hotel as a manager or something, then I'd be set for life.
And just like that, I suddenly craved vegetable soup. Not because I imagined him sitting beside me, eating with me. Who was I kidding?
I quickly boarded a bus to the market to get the ingredients for my soup. I may not be good at a lot of things, but I am really good at cooking.
It took a while to get back home and prepare dinner. After cooking, I took another bath because I was sweating. Now that I was all fresh, dressed in my oversized Real Madrid jersey, I dished out my food.
I snapped a picture of the soup and sent it to him with the hashtag: #DinnerIsServed
I sat down, waiting for him to respond. A quick glance at the time—just 7:10 PM. Not bad. My stomach growled as the delicious aroma filled the air.
"Calm down. He hasn't called yet," I muttered to myself.
As if on cue, my phone rang.
"Nice one, Missy," he said the moment I picked up. I hadn't realized how much I craved his praise until now.
"It looks delicious. My mouth is watering—I'm literally salivating."
He kept showering me with compliments, and I couldn't stop giggling like a child, my insides turning all warm and fuzzy.
"I bet you'd love your mom's cooking more," I said, feeling shy.
"All in all, it looks tantalizing. I guess we can eat now. My dinner is served too."
"I didn't get to see it," I pouted.
"It's nothing special. Next time, okay? Now, let's take our first bite together."
I didn't waste a second washing my hands. Even I couldn't believe how eager I was.
I was whipped.
After the meal, I'd finally ask him those questions. He practically knew everything about me, while I knew almost nothing about him.