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The Sighting | The Question
It was approximately 7:40pm on the Thursday before Christmas. After some chill piano time and a yummy dinner, my brother and I headed off to the church to practice for Saturday's Christmas Eve service. My phone buzzed in my back pocket and I pulled it out.
Are you upset with me? it read. It was from Office Boy. I looked quizzically at my phone. Why would he ask that?No. Why would you think that? I responded.Well, I was hoping to get a message from you. But then I didn't and I thought maybe I had done something to upset you. I smiled and chuckled. Another buzz. You could be busy. I'm sorry. I'm thinking selfishly.It's alright. The concern is cute. But you know, you can message me, if you want to.I didn't want to be impolite.
I laughed. Why would he think that's impolite?
It's not impolite to send me a message. It's totally fine.I'm sometimes an idiot.
Aww, I thought, as I walked out to my car.
We all have our moments. And just so it alleviates any future concern, I give you full permission to text me if you feel like it. :)I like you. Talking to you makes me happy.
I smiled. For all his bravado and attempts at wit, he's really sweet.
Well, thanks. I like talking to you, too.You make work easier. I feel like that's a compliment.
It most definitely is. I'm glad I can help.
We continued to talk for the next couple of hours about various things until we both went to sleep in preparation for work the next morning.
Friday I woke up and went to work as usual. After a few hours had gone by, I still hadn't seen Office Boy, which I thought was a little odd. I stopped by his cubicle and our coworker in the cubicle next to his didn't know where he was. The end of the day rolled around and I headed toward the car. Since I didn't know when or where we were supposed to meet for drinks that night, I figured establishing contact would be a good option.
You, sir, were not at work today.
After arriving at home and changing, I went out on an adventure to find an outfit for the evening. My Biggie and sister insisted on having a fantastic outfit, because I, of course, had to make a baller first impression outside of the work environment.
Two hours went by and I still hadn't heard from him. That's odd, I thought. He usually doesn't take this long to respond.
Hey, just wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight. If so, just let me know when and where.
While out shopping, my phone died. I had no way of charging it even once I got to my car, so all I could do was wait until I arrived home to see if there was any response. When I arrived home, I plugged my phone in only to discover that there was still no response from Office Boy.
I was starting to get concerned. My overactive imagination was going full speed and I was coming up with every possible scenario that could've happened — except, of course, the likely ones like he fell asleep or his phone was on silent.
Was he in a car accident? In the hospital? Did he get kidnapped? Murdered? My brain was going 100 miles an hour and the only thing I could think to do to calm down was lay down and try to rest. 7:30pm, nearly four hours after the original text was sent, rolled around and there was still no response.
I laid in bed, trying to calm my brain down, to no avail. What the hell is going on?
Check back next week for another installment in The Saga of Office Boy!
