Page 3 of Never With You
A smile creeps across my lips. Now, he’s the one who sounds flirty. I’ve sworn off men I work with, but what about virtual men? It could be my new thing.
@girl_sees_the_world:
That just means your count is embarrassingly low.
@worth_traveling_to:
I’ve been around the block a time or two.
@girl_sees_the_world:
I guess I should be grateful you don’t travel and tell. Nobody likes a man who brags about all his conquests.
@worth_traveling_to:
What’s your country count? In case I want to stake a territorial claim.
I laugh, feeling all the classic giddy feelings, even though I was heartbroken two minutes ago.
@girl_sees_the_world:
Unfortunately, I don’t travel and tell either.
@worth_traveling_to:
Fair enough. I guess I’ll have to keep talking to you until I find out. Based on your travels and experiences, you seem like you’d be a lot of fun to hang out with.
I should copy and paste that and send it to Isaac.
@girl_sees_the_world:
Same with you.
A wide smile forms when I get the notification that @worth_traveling_to just followed me back.
Eight Months Later
Nate Farnsworth bothers me.
Even now, as he pretends the garbage can is his basketball hoop, I can’t stand him.
It’s the time-wasting when he should be working that gets me.
Not that I don’t indulge in the occasional chit-chat or Instagram scroll during office hours, but Nate takes laziness to an infuriating level yet still manages to be praised for being invaluable to the company. Make it make sense.
“Nate, you’re so great!”
“Nate, the guests love you. You make trips fun!”
“Nate, you’re so funny!”
“We couldn’t do it without you, Nate!”
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I peek up at him from my laptop.
“Farnsworth drives down the court, five seconds left,” he says, impersonating an NBA announcer. His body dances and spins around the conference table, crashing into chairs like they’re defenders. He pauses, pulls up, and sends the crumpled-up paper soaring. “He shoots and scores!” I roll my eyes as the paper sinks perfectly into the garbage can. “Farnsworth wins the game! The crowd goes wild!” Now he’s high-fiving pretend fans.
