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"I know, but I did tell you last week that you should take a break. You don't have to come every Saturday."
"I love this," Skye says sincerely. "If I can come, I'll make it." She turns to me. "Hey, Patricia. I want you to meet someone. This is?—"
"Oh, is this your boyfriend? He's dishy," Patricia says, grinning as she looks me up and down. "Wow. I've wanted to meet the person that's made Skye smile recently." I raise a single eyebrow and look at Skye.
"No, Patricia," she says quickly. "This is Kingston Chase. He's my boss at the law firm."
"Oh," Patricia looks confused for a second. "Just your boss?" she says, noticing our close body contact. I watch as Skye blushes, but shrugs it off.
"I would say we're a little bit more than boss and employee." I step forward and take Patricia's hand.
"I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I hope you don't mind me crashing today."
"Oh, we're always looking for more volunteers," she grins at me. "We would love to have you come every week if you feel like you have the time and the energy. What is it that you do again? Are you at the restaurant?"
"No, I lost that job," Skye says quickly. "He's an attorney. Remember I told you I got a job at a law firm as an assistant?"
"Oh, yes." Patricia looks me up and down again. This time, more carefully. "You are the partner at a law firm. "Well, I do have some paperwork I can give you if you're interested in being one of our corporate sponsors. I mean, no pressure or anything."
"Sure. I'll take it," I say.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Skye says quickly. "I didn't bring you here to get you to volunteer money. I brought you here for?—"
"It's fine," I say, grinning at Skye and then Patricia. "If we can be of any service, I'd love to see how we can help." Patricia grins and grabs some paperwork and hands it to me.
"We have different levels of sponsorship. Feel free to ask any questions if you have any."
"Will do," I say as I take the paperwork.
"This way," Skye says, looking back at me with a wry smile. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I totally didn't bring you here because?—"
"It's fine," I say, staring at her. "If there's a way that I can financially help this organization, I will."
"No, you don't?—"
"If it's important to you and you feel they do good work, I’m happy to." I shrug.
"That's so nice of you," she says softly. "I didn't…"
"What? You didn't expect me to be a nice guy?"
"Well, it's not that. I know you're a nice guy. Sometimes I just…"
"You just what?" I say frowning. "Do you think I'm miserly? Do you think I'm cheap?"
"Not at all. I just..." She shrugs. "I don't know. It's just weird having you here."
"Oh, why is that?"
"This is like my safe space, and, well, you are my boss and I don't normally mix the two."
"Are you saying that I make your safe space not so safe anymore?"
"No," she says, shaking her head. "I guess what I'm saying is you feel like part of my safe space as well."
"Even though I'm a jackass of a boss."
"Yeah. Weird, right?" We walk into a large room and I see an elderly man jumping up.
