I press down the folds of my dress, not quite able to look at him. “I thought you might not think it was professional.”
He laughs. “You’re a Designer. I think you’re meant to be a little strange.”
Oh great, he thinks I’m strange. But then… so is he.
“Wait til you see my tattoos,” I joke.
His brow perks up.
“I’m joking,” I tell him. “No tattoos.”
He pouts. “Pity.”
We both smile for the longest time. Until it’s game over.
He’s all business again as he stands and walks to his desk. He reaches into a pile of folders in his file cabinet and when he finally finds what he’s looking for, he spins back around and slaps the folder down. “Here is everything you need to get started,” he says. “I’ll check in occasionally. And I’ll probably be asking you to assist me with other issues, as they come up.”
I walk over and take the folder, understanding that the fun chit-chat is over. “No problem. I’ve got it.” I hop on one foot, startling the both of us. “I’ll get right to it.”
He grins widely again, and I get the impression that he’s mocking me. I wave goodbye and practically hop out of his office, a bounce in my step.
But just as I’m about to disappear, he calls out to me. “Oh wait… first thing’s first. Could you order some flowers for Rosetta, the biggest bouquet you can buy. We have an account with Field & Florist. I’ll email you her address in a minute.”
I nod. “Sure, Boss.”
He sits and leans back in his swivel chair, steeples his hands, and smiles. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he likes being called Boss.
