“How’s your day?” he asked, probably catching on to my hesitation.
I was awkward, that's for sure. Why the man wanted to waste time talking to me, I didn’t know.
“It’s okay, but I wish I had some of Capri’s coffee and a cinnamon roll about now.” I smacked my forehead. Why hadI blurted that out? It was just the first thing that had come to mind.
Huntley chuckled. “You like her stuff, do ya?”
It was a good thing he couldn’t see me because I rolled my eyes like that was the dumbest question in the world. “Umm, duh, who wouldn’t.”
More laughter came over the line. The deep, rich sound warmed my insides like if I’d sat down by a warm fire on a cold winter's night.
I found myself settling into my chair even more, ready to just listen to anything the man wanted to say.
I couldn’t believeI’d actually called him.
Two client sessions later and I was still thinking about my conversation with Huntley. Swiveling in my office chair, I stared out the window from the second floor in the brick building that I worked out of.
There were other businesses there besides mine. Some lawyers, CPAs, and more. While I tried to be cordial in passing, I still kept to myself for the most part and people didn’t seek me out to chit chat.
Well, except my clients. If they didn’t talk, I wasn’t doing my job right.
I wasn’t expecting anyone so when the buzzer to my office door went off alerting me that someone was there to see me, I swung back around toward my desk. It was another hour until anyone should show up and the kids weren’t quite out of school. Plus, they didn’t usually stop by without calling me first to see if I was busy.
Pressing the intercom button, I asked who was there.
“Delivery,” a man’s voice said.
I hadn’t ordered anything, what the heck? Puzzled, Istayed rooted to my seat instead of getting up.
“I didn’t order anything, you must have the wrong office,” I replied, holding the button down.
Expecting them to go, I settled back in my chair about to turn to look outside again when the gentleman spoke again.
“It says here that the delivery is for… umm, it says it's for Warrior?” the guy said in a bemused tone.
A small gasp left my lips, but my feet were moving. I was up out of my chair, padding across the floor and reaching for the door, more than curious.
Huntley, what did you do?
When I swung the office door open, my eyes widened in delighted surprise. A young man stood there with a large coffee cup in hand and a bag I would know anywhere. And the smell, oh my gosh, that smell.
I just stood there dumbfounded, in disbelief.
“Are you, Warrior?”
This was an odd exchange. I thought both the young man’s face and mine were red with embarrassment, but I wanted what was in his hand, so I found myself replying.
“Yeah, that’s me.” A second giggle slipped free. Giggling was another thing I didn’t do, so now I was sure someone had taken over my body.
After accepting the delivery, I shut the door and pressed my back against it, bringing the bag up to my nose to inhale the sugary smell.
The man was insane.
I couldn’t believe he had someone drive like thirty minutes to my office to deliver me my favorite coffee and cinnamon roll from Capri’s bakery. I hadn’t even meant to mention it earlier when I called him but had been trying to think of something to say.
There was a small part of me during our talk where I almost confided in him about the calls I’d been getting, butI’d found myself enjoying our time on the phone so much that I didn’t want to ruin it.
Making my way back across the room, I set my gifts on the top of my desk and plopped back down into my chair, grabbing my phone.
