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she asks in a hushed voice.
    “Noon is good for me.”
    “Awesome. I’m in meetings again all morning so I’ll come get you when I’m done.” She uncovers the phone and resumes her conversation, never breaking stride. Someday I hope to be a tenth of the businesswoman she is.
    I’ve just unpacked my things at my desk when Kara bounds into my cube, grabbing her perch on the corner of my desk.
    “Change of plans. You’re coming with me to my meetings this morning. I am in desperate need of your far-more-superior-than-mine note taking skills. And besides, you’re technically still my assistant so I’m utilizing my boss-like power over you.”
    It’s hard to take someone seriously when they say things like that and swing their legs back and forth like a six-year-old. I swivel in my chair, placing my hands on the armrests and laugh.
    “Seriously, you need to cut back on your coffee intake in the mornings.”
    She shoves my shoulder and laughs. “No, you need to drink more. It’s not right to only have one cup of coffee a day. It’s sacrilege and makes people all crazy-like.”
    “Says the woman who’s swinging her legs at my desk and talking like she’s on fire.”
    Kara laughs and waves her hand in a dismissing manner. “Pfft. Whatever.”
    “Well, tomorrow I’ll definitely be getting my recommended caffeine intake. Michael saved me this morning when I got stuck in my car door. Then he invited me to coffee tomorrow morning.”
    The smile falls from her face instantly. Why is she not happy about this? She’s always been one to tell me to get out there, break out, find someone and date. Well, I really don’t have plans to date Michael, but there’s nothing wrong with two people enjoying a cup of coffee together, right?
    “So you’re going on a date tomorrow morning?”
    “It’s not a date. It’s just coffee with a friend before work.”
    She’s forcing a smile at me, feigning happiness. She may be good at a lot of things, but I still know how to read her. And right now she’s not happy about this little development.
    “No, I mean, yeah, that’s awesome. Super! I guess I’m just surprised you’re meeting up with Michael again.”
    My brow furrows at her statement. “Why is it surprising? I mean he’s cute and friendly. We get along well; at least I think we do. So far, all I’ve managed to do is make an ass of myself in front of him. Besides, aren’t you always the one who says I need to put myself out there more?”
    There’s a pause while she thinks of her answer. A stray lock of blond hair falls onto her forehead and she brushes it aside. “No, it’s not that. Yes, I’m happy you’re putting yourself out there. I’m glad. I’ve only been asking you to do it for the past four years. It’s just … what about Andrew?”
    Why does it always come back to this? I shake my head and sigh. “What about him? Kara, it’s over, never going to work. He has someone else who apparently wants him and who lives in London. He doesn’t want me, at least not in the way that I want him.”
    Kara just stares at me, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Are you sure about that?”
    Am I sure about anything? Hell no. My mind is a jumbled mess and any moment it’ll scatter the contents across the floor. That stupid text message comes back to haunt me. Andrew says he misses me. Why would he miss me if he didn’t want me? He also told me I am his and he is mine. But honestly what does that mean anyway? I rub my temples, trying to ward off an impending headache.
    “No, I’m not sure about anything. The only thing I’m sure of is I’m hurting inside and it’s excruciating sometimes. I still cry myself to sleep at night because I can’t get him out of my mind. But I need to move on, stop living in the dream that Andrew and I will ride off happily into the sunset.”
    Kara stands and grips my shoulders. “Tessa, I love you. You know I do. But please, for once in your life, listen to me. You’re following