I went to work with an optimistic mind. I feel great...a little too great. My coworker, Carlotta, noticed it. "Someone's in a good mood. Woke up on the right side of the bed?" she asked.
"Not really, it's more because of a person..." I shyly corrected her. Heheheheheh. I miss him-wait. I hate that phrase. Why am I saying it? From the moment I started high school, all that I could hear was that damn "I miss him" like why everybody I know was saying that bullsh!t of a sentence like the freak. I could never hate such a phrase, but damn, why am I saying it? I'm officially going crazy.
She sat beside me, her appearance serious, then beamed. "Omg, omg! Spill the freaking tea. Who is making you so damn happy? Who!?" She sounded like she was about to explode from curiosity.
"Is it a coworker, wait...don't tell me he's a fictional character, Lily." Her beaming eyes faded.
I swiftly responded. "No, he's not a fictional character. "He's a guy I met a month ago, he's such a husband material." My heart fluttered while saying that.
She gasped. "Oh, my- you're the last person I expected to have a little crush!" Carlotta bumped me.
"I don't know if it's little, but I kinda want to have a future with him." She was left speechless and frozen.
"What? "Anyway, I'm continuing my work." I shrugged.
I was on my way home when my phone rang. It was Alejandro. I picked up. "Good evening," I greeted. "How's your day?" I asked without even thinking.
Without even noticing, I was back home, dressed, ate dinner, and now resting on the bed...still on a call with him.
"Goodness gracious, it's already midnight." He sounded quite surprised. "I apologize for keeping you up late." Alejandro keeps apologizing.
"No, I don't mind at all. "Good night?" I said.
"Good night, sweetheart." My heart fluttered when he said that. I just changed up in disbelief. This man has me flabbergasted in many ways.
It's been a week and me and Alejandro continue to hang out and have late-night calls-they are the best part of the day after work.
He calls me again. "Hey, darling. Where do you live? "I'm going to visit you." he said.
"Oh, um. "I live in 9999 at The Most Amazing Apartment In The Whole Universe." I gave him my address. A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. He was standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers.
His left hand was behind his neck, clearly nervous. "For you, sweetheart." He handed me the bouquet of lilies.
I was surprised. "How did you know my favorite flower is lilies?" I said, examining them.
"I saw it in your post last week." he answered.
"Ah, I posted that about two years ago. Thank you, I appreciate this."