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We played with crystals and opened our chakras, attended special yoga classes, and even consulted with a guru since Ronnie paid.
Ronnie was far more into the tangible positivity methods than I was. She has all the totems, the worry beads, and the posters. When I started with the mantras—all is well, I am enough, I choose to be at peace, I have all the time I need—the words resonated with me. It’s all I kept of our training. And it’s actually helped, even if sometimes my pithy reminders are annoying to other people.Love radiates from me.
I hop up and straighten my skirt. Right now, I need to get to work. I’m also going to have to hit a thrift shop this weekend. I didn’t bring a week’s worth of clothes, at least not ones that are Drew-worthy.
“Can I get you anything before I go?” I ask her.
“No. I’m afraid to move. It’ll settle down in a bit. Right now I can’t even tilt my head.”
I squeeze her hand. “Make that sister of ours take care of you.”
“When she wakes up. She’s used to crazy hours.”
I nod. “I lived with her for two years. I hear you.”
With that, I head out the door.
On the drive over, I rack my brain for something I can do to speed up the process of figuring Drew out. I want to do something for him, get him to talk to me.
I should have baked him cookies. Dang it.
I don’t want to wait another whole day to find an excuse to seek him out, but then I have it.
I pull into a doughnut shop and grab a dozen doughnuts for the staff, plus a cup of coffee for myself and for Drew.
Between the vacation pay and the new job, I’m getting paid double. I can afford this small luxury.
When I enter through the back door, the storage room is empty. I set the bakery box on the table near the fridge, and place a doughnut on a napkin to take to Drew. This is it. Time to initiate part one of do-I-or-do-I-not get a night with my childhood crush.
Or even more.
Today’s outfit is a brown suede skirt that falls below my knees and a gold button-down with big cuffs. I borrowed Tillie’s brown boots to finish out the look. I think it’s smashing, and certainly suits an office manager, even if I do sometimes end up on poop patrol.
Drew’s office door is cocked open, so I bump it with my hip. “Coffee time!” I singsong.
Drew is peering at his screen. “What?” he barks.
Wow. That was ugly. No wonder Jenny ran for the hills.
“I brought you coffee, Mr.Grumpy Pants. The proper response is,thank you.”
He still doesn’t look up.
Good gracious.
I set the cup in a blank spot on his desk, but can’t find anywhere to place the doughnut. I finally set it on a chair and start organizing his piles.
“What are you doing?” he booms.
“Good lord, Drew! Did someone tie off your balls?”
His eyes go big. “You can’t talk that way to your supervisor.”
“Sure I can. The vet office isn’t even open. Stop trying to be Mr.Boss Man and be a human.”
He lets out a long breath, and Sasha, ever present on his shoulder, stretches out a long white paw to tap his cheek. See, even she knows he needs to calm down.
I continue to straighten the papers. “I’m not disturbing their order or location,” I say. “I’m giving them right angles so they fit on the desk.” I finish the job and move the doughnut to a cleared spot. “You look like you could use some caffeine and a snack.”
