How is she today?
Edmond
She’s good.
I huff. That’s not enough, not when all I can do is think about her lips, her smile, her obsession with my favorite cereal.
I want updates on her throughout the day.
Edmond’s response bubble appears and then disappears several times.
Edmond
Very well, sir. She’s sitting on the dock.
Doing what?
Edmond
Sitting with her feet in the water.
I imagine that. Her hair blowing in the summer wind as she splashes the water up with her toes. I snarl, angry with myself for avoiding her those first few weeks when I could’ve been enjoying her company. Why haven’t I joined her out there? Does she want to swim?
I text Edmond again.
Does she like to swim?
Edmond
I believe so, sir.
Our five-minute break is not nearly long enough, and I jump, putting away my phone when everyone enters my office again. Although, there’s a relief in knowing she’s okay. That she’s still in my house and enjoying my dock. Work comes a bit easier until my next update an hour later.
Edmond
She’s making chocolate chip cookies without Stefan. They’re in the oven, and it doesn’t smell good.
Eat them anyway.
Twenty minutes later.
Edmond
I had three. Stefan says she’s not allowed to bake again.
I chuckle out loud during a presentation about a committee vote I’m to prep for.
My meetings last well into the night, and during a late dinner with two senators and several other congressmen, I get my next update.
Edmond
She’s watching Batman Begins, and she just called me Alfred.
I smirk and leave my phone on the table to watch his updates scroll through while I cut through my expensive filet.
Edmond
She’s eating Frosted Flakes WITH MILK in the kitchen.
