There's that tight smile again that I know means his heart is breaking.
The poor thing. But I don't care because I knowexactlywhat I'm doing. Now this could either go two ways.
At first I was thinking that I could maybe encourage her and Fabian to be together but I'm experienced enough to know that she is still in love with Lincoln. And as long as Lincoln is in the picture, everybody else is just going to be a rebound for her; even if she doesn't realize it.
The other reason I decided to blow this up right now is because I might be able to use Fabian. I'm not giving up on Lincoln and I know that Lincoln still has feelings for me but right now the smell of stench is all up in his nose because he has no choice, having to see that woman day in and day out.
I don't want her to have a reason to feel like she needs to stay here and I also can't have Lincoln being distracted at work seeing her flirt with Fabian. But maybe if Lincoln also sees me flirting with Fabian he'll realize what he lost because the truth is if he meant what he said while he was coming, that he hates Gabrielle and there's no love for her anymore.
Clearly she hurt him enough to make him feel as though he's drowning under those toxic emotions.
Just because people fuck each other doesn't mean they necessarily like each other. And, as he told me, he didn't see me as wife material just because we were fucking either.
And that's completely my fault.
Now mind you, I don't want to get married, but I still want guys to see me as wife material. That's important to me.
Scratch that.
It's important thatLincolnsees me as wife material. I've been thinking about it and the thing is I don't think I would get married for love but maybe I would consider it for its advantages.
If Lincoln and I got married out ofobligationit would be annoying. If we got married out of love that would be delusional. But if we both agree to be married so we could reap the social and financial benefits of that maybe we could talk about that. I mean for crying out loud one of my cousins married someone who paid him so that they could get their green card.
It was literally a contract for the advantages. He got paid $4,000, and that person got a green card. Not a bad deal especially if they had to be married for 2 years. I personally would have asked for way more money but, whatever.
Gabby comes in 3 minutes late. I'm surprised she comes in at all.
Fabian looks at her and looks away.
I pretend I'm talking to two other co-workers just so I can eavesdrop on their conversation.
“I'm glad you had a great morning,” Fabian quips at her.
Gabrielle tilts her head like she doesn't know what he's talking about. “I wouldn't say I had a great morning.”
“Really? You're practically glowing,” Fabian says with that tight smile, his teeth giving away all the discomfort and disappointment he feels.
Dude is down bad.
“I don't know what you think I'm glowing with but trust me it's not what you think. I'm exhausted.”
“Yeah, I'm sure you are. I kept you pretty late. I'm sorry. I figured you would have gotten a couple of hours sleep.”
Their chatter drowns out as Lincoln finally storms in, hair still damp from the shower he barely took time for. His jaw is locked tight, eyes bloodshot, not just from lack of sleep.
My heart races seeing him. But he looks so downtrodden.
Tom is asking him if he's okay, to which he merely nods and keeps walking.
“Hey. You look like you wrestled with your cat and you lost,” I try to keep things light.
Usually he would smile at something like this but he is focused. Laser. He only glances over at Fabian and Gabrielle for a quick second before looking past me.
“Just get in the chamber we need to rerun the clutter drift sequence,” he says.
I don't even waste time and quickly put on my mocap suit.
“Okay Mr. Sunshine. Are you sure you're good to calibrate?” I ask lightly.
