Then she was gone, as the catering guy handed me my coffee.
Too hot against my lips. I still drank it, letting the burning sensation down my throat wake me up. I needed to be sharp. On the ball.
“George!”
Crap.
“Someone by the gate for you?”
What gate? Where? The security guy was waving his arm in some unspecified direction, and how he knew my name? Well. It was scribbled in marker pen on my headphones and printed on the back of my clipboard but other than that?
My feet walked me towards the entrance area, where…he was standing. Cap over his head. His hair…
“You need a haircut,” I spluttered out as he just smiled.
“Always. Grows too fast.” He grinned. Then he…
Crap.
“For you.”
“What am I supposed… I’m at work?”
“Yeah.” He smiled again. Still standing there holding a ginormous bouquet of flowers in his arms. Too many. Like an insane amount too many. “Saw them as I passed the florist shop and thought of you. I bet nobody has drowned you in roses before. Thought it might be a first. Definitely a first for me.”
“Dude,” I huffed out. Such a stupid word.
“Baby,” he answered back. “You’re my baby. Deal with it.”
“You’re…so stupid.”
“Yeah. But you’re even more stupid because you never believe me when I tell you things. I thought I would show you instead. Here. Take.”
And just like that, my clipboard was on the ground, papers everywhere, the tablet landing on top of it with a heavy clunk.
Yet my arms were full of flowers, their fragrance overwhelming me, like I’d fallen into a cesspool of perfume.
Not good. Yet…
The smile on my face was ridiculous. Just as ridiculous as watching him pick up my dropped stuff, then stand there holding all my things, yet staring at me like I was…
“You’re so beautiful.”
What a weird thing to say.
“You.”
I had no words.
He shrugged. “Just wanted to do something mega romantic. A bit over the top. Like showing up at your work and like…”
“Definitely over the top.”
“You like it.”
Okay. Admission of truth. I did.
“Georgie, you’re like…everything to me.”
