Noah:
See you Sunday. Try not to reorganize anything else before then. Pierce mentioned the supply closet.
Meatball:
He NOTICED?
Noah:
He notices everything.
Meatball:
How do you know this?
Noah:
I’m married to his best friend. Duh.
Lex:
Should we be worried about that?
Adam:
Worried about what?
Lex:
Nothing. Just… Pierce noticing things.
Noah:
Don’t make it weird, Lex.
Lex:
I’m not making anything weird!
Meatball:
What’s weird? Why is it weird?
Adam:
Nothing’s weird. See you Saturday, Meatball.
I put my phone away before Lex can say anything else. Through the glass, Pierce is still working, the late afternoon light catching the silver in his hair. The growing stubble on his face makes the dimple on his chin even morepronounced, so I force myself to look away before I do something bad.
Like going into Pierce’s office and licking his face type of bad.
One crisis averted. One family meal looming. And a whole group of people who actually helped me today.
I pull out my sketchbook and start drawing. This time, it’s the break-room crew. Kenji with his cat photos, Priya with her three-executive juggling act, and Geoff with his vending machine wisdom.
Tomorrow is another day. Another chance to prove I belong here.
Another chance to make Pierce almost smile.
