Page 31 of Wildcat
“Thank you,” she mutters the thanks with a great deal of pain in her tone.
At exactly three o’clock, I stop by Anna’s office next to Coach’s. I’m freshly showered and in street clothes and I don’t miss the full-body scan Scarlett takes of me. I take a seat in front of the desk. It’s clean and tidy. Pictures of Anna and her family face me. I move one over to get a better view of Scarlett.
“Here you go.” She hands me the clipboard. She’s scribbled my name on the top line and I like the way it looks in her penmanship.
I take it and lean back in the chair. “Cream and sugar?”
“Excuse me?” She’s staring at a laptop and doesn’t look up at my question.
“In your coffee. Do you like cream and sugar?”
“It depends.”
“On?” I ask, more and more amused at everything that comes out of her mouth.
She sighs and looks up. “If I’m making it, then yes. But I don’t trust other people to mess with my coffee.”
“Dark roast? Medium?”
“For someone who doesn’t like coffee, you have a lot of questions about it.”
“I didn’t say I don’t like coffee. I said I don’t drink it. At least not during the season.”
I finish the form and set the clipboard on the desk.
“Thank you. One more thing I can cross off the list today.” She looks at the clock on the wall. “Crap. Is that the time?”
“Umm…” I glance at it and then my watch. “Yes.”
“I have to take that box of signed shirts upstairs to the media department and haul ass to the bar.”
“You’re still working at the bar too?”
“Once or twice a week when Mike doesn’t have any other options.” She stands and looks all around, grabs her purse, shuts the laptop, and starts to pick up a large box sitting on the floor.
“Go. I’ll take that to the media department.”
“You’ll make sure it gets there? I promised them I’d have it there by the end of today.”
“I promise.”
She hesitates as if she’s not sure she should trust me.
“Thank you.” She takes a few quick steps and pauses, looking at me square on for the first time all day. “See you tomorrow, Leo Lohan.”
“See you tomorrow.”
I sit there for a few minutes after she’s gone, smiling as I think about the small interactions I’ve had with her today. It’s a real twist of fate that she’s here, where I can see her face every day. If only for a week or two, I have an opportunity to remind her how good things were between us and figure out how to make this work where Coach doesn’t send me packing.
One thing is for sure, I have to make the most of this time because something tells me she isn’t going to unblock my number so easily. I pick up the clipboard, take my form and crumble it into a ball.
To making the most of it.
I shoot the ball of paper into the trash can, then grab the box to take upstairs.
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