Earlier this year, after my last college class for the day, I stopped by to see my father at work. His coworker, Steve, told me my father was out running a delivery but I could sit and wait in his office. I went to my father’s desk and was browsing Instagram and texting my friends for about 15 minutes or so when Steve walked by. “Still not back yet, huh? Should be soon.” He smiled. He was an older man, in his 40s, but he was gorgeous with salt and pepper hair, a muscular build and vivid blue eyes. He gave my heart a flutter whenever I’d see him over the years. “Nah, not yet.” I smiled. Steve looked at the empty chair across from the desk and asked me, “Do you want company?” I felt uncharacteristically bashful, afraid he could see on my face that I was crushing. “Sure, that’d be great!”
Steve sat down and we chatted a bit about how college was going for me and how his marriage was not going so well for him. “Janie is just really insecure and it’s hard because she won’t let me do anything by myself. It’s not like I’m even up to anything. Sometimes I just want to hang out with the boys, ya know?” He looked sad. “That sucks,” I told him.