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felt anger rise inside me. He was pushing his luck.
I shoved the handpiece in to his mouth and started to polish. I didn’t stop until I was finished. Then I pushed the button for his chair to come up, filled a cup of water, and held it up.
“Rinse as much as you want . I will leave floss out for you to floss.” I took off my gloves and mask and threw them in the garbage. I was still shaking. “I really don’t want to talk to you. I don’t care to see you again. You are my best friend’s boyfriend, that is all. You make her happy, and I like to see my friend happy. I don’t feel any need to bond with you. I don’t even have to like you. When you see me in passing, most definitely don’t ask me about my family.”
He looked furious. I could feel his fierce, cold stare roaming my body. I left before he could respond. I saw him grab the water and swish, but I ran and grabbed my purse. Shannon was ready, and I motioned for her to leave fast. I got in her car still shaking.
“Drive . Please drive,” I said to her questioning look. She did, and I began to calm myself, breathing slowly.
“Are we going to talk about that?”
Shannon was one of my most favorite people, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, not even a little. The thought that my past was haunting me was too real.
“No ,” I said and gave her a “sorry, please don’t hate me look,” and she dropped it. I pulled my phone out and relayed the address that Jason had given me. His text was so cute—he told me to have a good day and added a smiley face. My mood changed quickly as the immediate grin took over my face.
“You want to talk about that ?” Shannon was pointing to my goofy grin.
I told her about the very handsome hot coffee guy who had sat across from me for months. We pulled into the sandwich place, and I texted Jason.
Katarina: Do you like everything on your sandwich?
Jason: Yes—everything
Katarina: Would anyone else you work with enjoy a sandwich?
Jason: One more sandwich would be really nice, like mine, everything
Katarina: Got it, two sandwiches with EVERYTHING. You sound hungry
Jason: YES very
Shannon and I got the sandwiches and were on our way. We talked about baby names . She was pregnant and liked to talk about amusing names for her baby. I found her humor very funny.
“Mike Hunt, get it?” she finished as we pulled in front of an office building.
I gave her a very concerned look . “I get it, and that’s not funny. It’s disgusting.”
“It would be funny . In school, first day, the teacher says, ‘Mike Hunt are you here?’”
W e both began laughing loudly as we walked into the building. We made our way to the counter. I looked around and noticed a lady carrying a cat in a cage. Another man had a dog on a leash. I looked at the lady across from the counter.
“Is Jason here?”
“Junior or Senior?”
I t occurred to me that I didn’t know what Jason did for a living. I was caught off guard by her question. She was insinuating that Jason worked with his father. I thought about my father and felt a shiver run up and down my spine. My father was strict and extremely passionate about being the best. The combination of stringent rules and demanding perfection was expositive at times. I hoped Jason’s father was different. The lady across the counter waited patiently while I processed what she was asking. “Uh, Junior, I think.”
She picked up the phone and said something into it. She had short black hair and dark eyes and looked happy and relaxed. I could tell she liked her job. She put the phone down and looked at me again. “He is on his way out.”
Shannon waited with me , as she was still carrying my drinks. “I am sure you can set those down, Jason will get them when he comes out.” Her eyes shot open wide, and I looked over to see Jason heading straight for us.
“Hi .” He smiled at her, sticking his hands out. “I’m Jason, and I’ll take the drinks.”
S he handed
I shoved the handpiece in to his mouth and started to polish. I didn’t stop until I was finished. Then I pushed the button for his chair to come up, filled a cup of water, and held it up.
“Rinse as much as you want . I will leave floss out for you to floss.” I took off my gloves and mask and threw them in the garbage. I was still shaking. “I really don’t want to talk to you. I don’t care to see you again. You are my best friend’s boyfriend, that is all. You make her happy, and I like to see my friend happy. I don’t feel any need to bond with you. I don’t even have to like you. When you see me in passing, most definitely don’t ask me about my family.”
He looked furious. I could feel his fierce, cold stare roaming my body. I left before he could respond. I saw him grab the water and swish, but I ran and grabbed my purse. Shannon was ready, and I motioned for her to leave fast. I got in her car still shaking.
“Drive . Please drive,” I said to her questioning look. She did, and I began to calm myself, breathing slowly.
“Are we going to talk about that?”
Shannon was one of my most favorite people, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone about it, not even a little. The thought that my past was haunting me was too real.
“No ,” I said and gave her a “sorry, please don’t hate me look,” and she dropped it. I pulled my phone out and relayed the address that Jason had given me. His text was so cute—he told me to have a good day and added a smiley face. My mood changed quickly as the immediate grin took over my face.
“You want to talk about that ?” Shannon was pointing to my goofy grin.
I told her about the very handsome hot coffee guy who had sat across from me for months. We pulled into the sandwich place, and I texted Jason.
Katarina: Do you like everything on your sandwich?
Jason: Yes—everything
Katarina: Would anyone else you work with enjoy a sandwich?
Jason: One more sandwich would be really nice, like mine, everything
Katarina: Got it, two sandwiches with EVERYTHING. You sound hungry
Jason: YES very
Shannon and I got the sandwiches and were on our way. We talked about baby names . She was pregnant and liked to talk about amusing names for her baby. I found her humor very funny.
“Mike Hunt, get it?” she finished as we pulled in front of an office building.
I gave her a very concerned look . “I get it, and that’s not funny. It’s disgusting.”
“It would be funny . In school, first day, the teacher says, ‘Mike Hunt are you here?’”
W e both began laughing loudly as we walked into the building. We made our way to the counter. I looked around and noticed a lady carrying a cat in a cage. Another man had a dog on a leash. I looked at the lady across from the counter.
“Is Jason here?”
“Junior or Senior?”
I t occurred to me that I didn’t know what Jason did for a living. I was caught off guard by her question. She was insinuating that Jason worked with his father. I thought about my father and felt a shiver run up and down my spine. My father was strict and extremely passionate about being the best. The combination of stringent rules and demanding perfection was expositive at times. I hoped Jason’s father was different. The lady across the counter waited patiently while I processed what she was asking. “Uh, Junior, I think.”
She picked up the phone and said something into it. She had short black hair and dark eyes and looked happy and relaxed. I could tell she liked her job. She put the phone down and looked at me again. “He is on his way out.”
Shannon waited with me , as she was still carrying my drinks. “I am sure you can set those down, Jason will get them when he comes out.” Her eyes shot open wide, and I looked over to see Jason heading straight for us.
“Hi .” He smiled at her, sticking his hands out. “I’m Jason, and I’ll take the drinks.”
S he handed
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