I looked over the woman’s head and around the office space that was starting to fill up with people. My eyes returned to the woman in front of me.
“Is she expecting you?”
Nope, I thought.And this little pit bull in a suit isn’t trying to let you pass.
“She’s not, I’m an old friend…from back home.”
Is that what we’re calling ourselves these days?
“Mmmhmm,” the woman smirked her eyes falling to the paper badge on the gray jacket I wore. “Well I’m her assistant…She doesn’t like people just popping up.”
Taking a breath, I composed myself. “I would really just like to say hi. I promise, I won’t even stay long. Deal?”
Sticking out my hand to seal the deal, the woman gatekeeping me smirked again. She ignored my hand and looked me over again.
“You look familiar,” she stated.
“I play football professionally,” I nodded.
Watching her face morph into the realization of who I was unsettled me. She got crazed look on her face and I found myself wanting to wince. My palms had gone to sweating and I was unsure of what was going to happen next.
She stepped forward just a little bit and whispered, “I saw your video and I very much liked what I saw.”
A chill ran up my spine and her words caused me to step back out of her space just a little bit. Doing so caused me to bump into someone who was walking behind me.
“I’m so sorry,” I made quick movements to keep the person from falling.
“It’s o….kay,” Silver’s voice trailed off.
Found ya,I thought.
“What are you doing here?” she adjusted herself, her brown eyes looked shocked.
“He said he was here to visit you,” the crazy girl from behind me made her presence known.
Silver raised an eye brow and started walking, her heels clicking into floor of the office. She motioned for me to follow. “Really?”
Catching up quickly, I threw a look over my shoulder at the crazy girl by the printers who was watching us leave.
Silver pushed open her office door and waited for me to enter. The office had slight hints of hot pink and a few green succulents in the windowsill. Her college degree with our alma mater’s name was on the wall behind her desk in a cherrywood frame. I had no idea where my own degree was. Probably lost from a few of the moves I’d made over the years, tucked away in some storage unit back in Texas, perhaps.
“So…what are you doing here again?” She asked sitting down some items and her purse on her desk.
Snapping to reality I answered. “Interview.”
“Huh?”
My tongue felt as if it were going dry and the hint of her soft floral perfume tickled my nose. Roses and a hint of orange floated through the air as she moved about the room. The white button up top hugged her upper half while the black pants fit her like a glove.
“I have an interview this morning,” I looked up to the clock ticking away on her wall.
Ask her, I thought.
Ask her so you can get this shit out of your system once and for all.
“Oh,” she offered a soft smile. “You’ve been doing a great job this season.”
“Thank you.”
