The next week after meeting up with Tracey was absolutely crazy at work. During my down time though, I would find myself thinking of her and her daughter Audrey, smiling at the memories of that day. Having lunch with them had been interesting. I enjoyed seeing the two of them interact and found myself thinking of them more and more everyday.
“You’re distracted,” Jason said as he leaned against my office door. “I can see it on your face so don’t deny it.”
“Alright, I won’t deny it, I am distracted.” I chuckled at him; I really couldn’t get anything past him.
“Let me guess your lady, Tracey, is on the mind?” he teased me.
“She is not mine,” I interjected.
“Ah, but you wish her to be.” He said as he plopped himself down on the edge of my desk.
“There’s just something about her,” I began, “she just has this way about her that drew me to her at the restaurant and again at lunch.”
“Now, to the real reason I’m here,” Jason started as he searched through the documents on my desk, “we have to start planning for the meeting in a week.”
“Meeting, what meeting?” I asked.
“Didn’t Richard tell you, we are running the meeting next week about the testing of our new broom. We have to get it tested sometime this week and record the results and then prepare the whole meeting.” He explained.
I looked at him dumbfounded. At no point in time did Richard, our boss, tell me that the meeting I was going to be running was coming up so soon. I know he mentioned that I would be running a meeting but he never said when this meeting was going to be just that he would tell me when it got closer to the meeting. When was that going to be, the day before the actual meeting? Well at least Jason would be working on it with me so I won’t be completely alone trying to figure out what exactly Richard wants us to talk about.
“So when should we get started,” I said looking up at Jason.
“How about now,” he asked.
We began by looking at our different schedules and picking a day, Wednesday, that seemed to work best between the both of us to begin testing the broom. Next it was a matter of us finding people who would be willing to test the broom and see what its limitations are and if all the additions to it work flawlessly. It took us over an hour to plan everything out, when and where things would take place, all that was left was for us to actually test the broom and plan out the meeting.
Finally, alone in my office again my thoughts returned to Tracey and Audrey. I couldn’t seem to get them out of my head. I wonder what they are doing at this exact moment, I thought to myself. Looking over at the clock on my wall, I noticed that it’s only 12:30, they were probably making lunch right now, maybe going to the park in a bit, and it seemed to be one of Audrey’s favorite things to do. There was nothing else to do at that time so I figured I would go on my break early, maybe I could get out of here early tonight too.
I decided to just eat in the cafeteria downstairs they had set up so we don’t have to go out to eat, we could just stay here. They probably figured that having a cafeteria in the building would allow for people to take shorter breaks then if they had to leave and get food everyday but it didn’t work. Most of us sat and watched the clock, doing mindless work, until the exact moment that we were to be back in our offices. The line to get food was short, shorter then normal, since I usually came down at one along with everybody else, so I was able to get all of my food and sit down before five minutes had even passed.
I searched for a table and found one back by the stairs where nobody was sitting and promptly went and sat at it. It’s not like I don’t enjoy other peoples company but I have always been a bit of a loner, never really fitting into Malfoy’s group of cronies, so I was used to doing things on my own, whether it was eating or homework, I was always alone. I thought that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life since that’s just how I have always been but now that Tracey has entered into my life I hope that there is a place for her and Audrey in my life and a place for me in theirs.
It’s been a week since our lunch together and I wanted nothing more then to see her again. I wanted to make plans with her but something always came up before I could send her an owl. Today is the day, I decided. Today I will muck up the courage to send Tracey an owl and ask her on a proper date, just the two of us. Being lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice Jason sit down next to me until he spoke.
“You’re doing it again,” he announced, making me jump. “Just ask her!”
“It’s not as easy as it sound, alright,” I said in my defense.
“Oh, it’s not huh? Wait until you try to ask her to marry you, that’s when things get really interesting.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, but you’re different though, you two have been dating for years, she was practically begging you to ask her,” I told him, knowing that it probably didn’t make any difference for him, he would still see things as the same.
“Just do it, you won’t regret it,” he said looking at me while spooning a bite of potatoes into his mouth.
I stood up intent on leaving this conversation and I only had two minutes left of my so called break and I didn’t want to spend the last few minutes of it being convinced of something I already knew I had to do. Jason called out a quick “where you going,” but I continued to walk away from the table and up the stairs to my office. How was it that Jason was so sure of things? He never worried about what would happen if he did something, he just did it, and it bugged the heck out of me.
Why couldn’t I be more like that, just write out the letter to Tracey and send it off like it’s no big deal and I don’t really care if she says no. But I do care, that’s the problem. For some reason I want to be a part of her life, hers and Audrey’s. If I concentrated hard enough I could picture what life would be like for the three of us, though I didn’t often allow myself this pleasure. I need to actually ask her out before I can really let my mind wander.
I sat down at my desk and grabbed a piece of paper, unsure of what I was going to write. Dipping my quill in the ink, I sighed, and placed it on the paper. A drop of ink splashed against the otherwise clean piece of paper and I stared at it wishing for it to morph into something, a picture maybe, or for it to start morphing into words, words that I some how couldn’t find. Without much thought I began writing the letter to Tracey.
I really enjoyed having lunch with you and Audrey last week.
I crossed that out and grabbed a fresh piece of paper. By the time I finished writing out Tracey’s letter I had gone through six pieces of paper which were all crumpled up in the silver trash can next to my desk. I read through the short letter to make sure that it sounded alright, and that all my t’s were crossed and I’s dotted. When I was finally satisfied that I hadn’t messed up this letter as well, I folded it and placed it in my pocket to send off with my owl once I got back to the flat.
Later that night, I finally worked up the courage to send the letter off, that was only after many failed attempts and almost spilling water on the letter. I watched as the letter flew off on the leg of my owl, Philippe, a feeling of relief washed over me with only a hint of distress, about sending the letter, still present. There is nothing I can do about it now, it’s on its way to Tracey and there is no way to get it back. I paced back and forth across my room as I waited for a response. Each minute seemed to drag on, taking forever to reach the fifteen minutes since the letter was since on its way. When the clock reached the half hour mark, I finally hear the screech of an owl.
I walked over to my window and flung them open just in time for Philippe to fly through. Quickly, I tore off the letter attached to his leg, shaking with anticipation. My smile soon became a frown as I began to read her letter. Anything that started with “I’m sorry,” can’t be good. Just as quickly as my smile disappeared it returned. I guess “I’m sorry,” can be good when it’s later followed by “would Saturday work for you, and it’s the only night I don’t work.”
Rushing over to my desk I grabbed a new piece of paper and penned my short response, “Saturday works for me, where should I pick you up?” It didn’t take long to get answer back, “My parent’s, I’ll need to drop Audrey off.” With that our date was set for this Saturday and all my distress disappeared; now I just have to make it through work.
Saturday was finally here and I was looking forward to seeing Tracey tonight. After she had confirmed the date it was about all I could concentrate on. I just hoped that I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself. It was time to go pick up Tracey so we wouldn’t be late for our dinner reservation.
I walked down the street her parents house resided on and counted out the house numbers as I went; 3235, 3236, 3237, 3238, and finally her parents number 3239. There was a short walk way up to there house from the road, I bounded up the three cement steps and stopped on the landing. Letting out a deep breath, I rang the doorbell and waited. It didn’t take long for me to hear voices on the other side of the door. I could make out Tracey’s quiet voice and another feminine voice that I assumed was her mothers.
‘Here goes nothing.’ I thought to myself as the door swung open to reveal a slightly disheveled Tracey with the person I assumed to be her mother standing behind her.
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