This is a continuation of the ongoing saga of yours truly, Zach, and Natasha.
Zach and Natasha informed me via our first group text chat that Zach had to go out of town for work, while Natasha had to stay for work, which is how I finally got Natasha’s number. I was mostly non-commital, wishing him safe travels and all that, and to let me know if he needed anything. I added in a “or you Natasha” after a moment of thought, which seems to have been well-received.
So, Thursday night, after a long and grueling day of responding to email threads that don’t matter, attending Zoom/skype meetings that I can barely keep my eyes open for, and being yelled at for things that aren’t my fault, I was surprised when Natasha texted me outside of the group and asked if I wanted to hang out, grill a steak or something.
I agreed and was over in about thirty minutes, bottle of whiskey and two rib-eyes in hand, since I was taught never to visit someone without bringing a gift. Of course, I was also taught not to eat beef, so there is that… Anyway, she greeted me with a hug and then we headed to the backyard, where she already had the grill fired up. We began to cook almost immediately.