Page 59 of Scoring Chance

“You tell me.”

I twisted my neck, cracking it in several places. “I’m allowed a personal life.”

His eyebrow twitched like he was holding back a reaction. “I know.”

“Then let me have one.”

“Not if it’s affecting your performance.”

“It’s none of your business.”

His lip quirked up. “It’s my job, actually.”

I almost stood and walked out, but I wasn’t interested in getting replaced by someone from the farm team.

“Is it the team?” He pressed. “I thought things were getting better.”

“It’s fine. We’re fine,” I snapped back at him.

“Then?” he pushed.

I wasn’t going to be allowed to leave until I answered. He wouldn’t even bat an eye at keeping me here for hours.

“There’s a girl.”

He sat back with a satisfied smile. “There always is.”

“We got really close when she first moved here, at least I thought so. We hung out a lot. We could talk to each other about anything. We went out a few times, but a couple of weeks ago she just fell off the face of the earth. She doesn't take my calls and only replies to my texts with one word answers days later.”

“Is she seeing someone else?”

The possibility felt like a sucker punch to the gut. I hadn’t even considered that. What if she was? I felt sick. “I don’t know.”

“Have you asked?”

“No, I can barely get her to answer me as it is. I doubt she would tell me about her relationship status.”

“You care about this girl?”

I nodded.

“As a friend or are you interested in something more?”

“I really like her.”

He watched me while I shifted in the seat. “Then figure it out.”

I scoffed. As if it was that easy.

“Call her. Talk to her. Find out what’s going on. Either accept that she’s moved on or fix whatever you did wrong.”

“Why would you think I did something wrong?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Because you’re a man. It’s what we do.”

Fair point. I didn’t think there was anything I needed to worry about though. I didn’t remember doing anything wrong. Just one day she pulled away.

“Fine. I’ll work on it.”