the office,the widower, and the intern (what do we want, when we do what we want)

I went home as soon as I could, I know Mikey would be happy about this whole 'some intern dude I just met likes me' thing, for the past two or so months he's been telling me I have to 'get back out there', but what if I'm just not ready. All these thoughts rush by me as I walk down the street hoping I don't run straight into someone.

I tuned the corner to my apartment building and inevitably run straight into someone, spilling hot coffee over the both of us.

"HEY watch where you're going" I say as if it wasn't my fault as well

They look up fluffy hair in their face.

"Oh, I um sorry." he said awkwardly, although part of me thinks I know him

"ray?" I ask, tilting my head to the side

"how do you know my- oHHHH, Gerard! nice to see ya, I would stay and talk but I really have to go, say hi to Mikey for me" he calls out before rushing back down the street.

I look down seeing my clothes are stained and dripping with lukewarm coffee, luckily I was close to my building so I wouldn't have to walk around Manhatten covered in coffee.


When I get to my apartment and change out of my wet coffee clothes I look through the paper I brought with me, then I find something odd, a bright orange sticky note with a phone number on it 'in case you need anything' written on the bottom, I'm so sick of being a fucking charity case, although, part of me did want to text them, maybe just to talk...Before I know it, I had put the number in my phone and texted 'who is this?' just to make sure it was who I thought.

It was afew minutes later when I got a responce



I sigh loudly staring down at the phone screen

G~Who is this?~

F~Oh its Frank...I just thought to give you my number if you need anything...sorry~

G ~its fine, just annoying, I don't need help or anything, thank you and all but yeah~

The three dots that show that someone's talking appears and goes away a few times before the message shows up

F< Do you know what to do if your dog is going around biting random things? I'm concerned...>

I laugh lightly at the randomness of the text

G~Spray her with water?~

F< that would be good...if I had a spray bottle..>

G< I have one, but teleportation hasn't been invented yet so I have no way of getting it to you.>

F< SHES BITING MY FOOT>

G< IDK what to do!>

F< WHATS WRONG MY MY DOGGG>

G< tell her not to???>

F< well I havent tried that at all yet....>

G< I dunno, I'll ask my brother>


G< Mikes how do you get a dog to stop bitting things?>

M~you have a dog?~

G< I'm asking for a friend>

M< idk>



G~ he has no idea what to do~

F< I've put her in another room, she cant bit me in the guest room HA>

G< I'm gonna go now, good luck>

Well that was an odd night

Notes

I wrote mikey as milkey ahhhhh