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

The next morning was dreadful, not just because mornings suck ass, but also due to the lack of coffee.

G ~you at the office?~

F~ nope, why?~

G< I've run out of coffee...>

F ~want me to get some for you?~

G ~no just is there a coffee maker there~

F~no, just the cafe downstairs, sorry~

I shut off my phone, grab my stuff, and leave out the door to walk to the building.

After the short walk, I got to the building and up to the 8th floor to the first office.

"Hey." I say waving at frank, who was sitting at the desk next to his drawing something

"Oh hi, I um, I got you coffee...." He mumbled, looking down

"Oh, thanks, I brought you the spary bottle" I say digging through my bag to get the spray bottle and handing it to him

"Thank you, I had to let her out and she went back to biting me...."

"Oh, thats not good...what cha drawin'?" I ask

"I dunno its like this little ghosty thing..."

"its so cute" I coo looking over at it

"Uh thanks" he said smiling softly

"I have something too, mind if I show you?" I asked

"sure, I'd love to see"

"Okay, so, its like this weird...alein thing...but not like the grey alien, but its pink and fuzzy" I say pulling the paper out of my back

"I-I named it lola lovesu..." I said smiling

"Its really cool" He said

"Really? You don't think its lame, or girly?"

"No its pretty rad...why would I think it was lame?" he asked, looking something between confuced and concerned

"I dunno, I'm just not to used to people taking interest in my drawings..." I mutter

"I like it, its really cool" he said, smiling

"Thank you Frankie" I say smiling, before covering my mouth relizing what I said

"I-I-I'm so so sorry"

"Its alright , I don't mind" Frank said trying to hid his blush, though failing quite badly

The situation was awkward and though I hated to admit it to myself, I did have feelings for frank, maybe it was time to date again, move on...I'm gonna punch mikey if he was right..

"Frank..."

"Y-yeah?" he said

"your gay is showing" I say with a laugh

"What...n-no..I was just...I didn't...I" He looks down again, his face a bright red

I laugh again looking away, shit...I like him...after being rude to him yesterday and turning him away after he was so nice to me...fuck, I'm an ass.

"so, I'm guessing you don't have a boyfriend?" I say, still looking down at the my drawing, picking up the pinkish marker and seeing how it looked on the paper

"WHAT! what makes you think that, or that I'm gay!" He said, sounding offended

"Well, I'm not blind, I've seen you stare at me...and you don't look like the cheating type..."

"well I-I, fuck you" he muttered

I laugh again and messily color the pink parts of the character, I had no idea what I was doing, this kind of teasing isn't like me, what the fuck...

I nod lightly and put the marker down looking at the coloring work

"You realize what you just said yes to right?" He asked

"Im not really listening, so I have no idea.."

"thats gonna be your down fall" he said matter-o-factly

"Yeah...probably" I say looking up at frank with a smile

" I say a lot of things without thinking, I also do a lot of things without thinking...damn"

"Oh really like what?" he asked as if wanting proof

"Like half the stuff I said at he coffee shop yesterday " I mutter


SHIT, no no no, why did I say that, fuuuuck, why am I like this? I don't want him to remember that, fuck. I take a sip of the coffee, trying to play it cool even though my brain was screaming at me for being an idiot.

"what do you mean...?" he asked

"I dunno, take me saying that as an exaple" i shrugg, my mind still screaming at me

"the only thing you said was that you weren't ready to date again, I was in the wrong, I shouldn't have had feelings for someone a just met" he said,

"N-No, I shouldn't have been rude about it....its fine, its not like you could help it anyways..." I say, paniking slightly

"I-I mean, It just, I w-was being a jerk and..." I trail off looking down

"what are you talking about?" He asked laughing lightly

"I regret saying I wasn't ready to date again" I say

"Its fine" he laughs "why are you getting so eaten up about it?" he aksed

"Well, because- because ikindalikeyou" I say, far too quick to understand

"say it slower?" he asked

I inhale sharply "well, I kinda like you" I say closing my eyes tightly

"Oh"

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