It was so frustrating. Whenever he stopped by the office to see her boss, Milton, he only seemed to notice her when he walked into the lobby, said hello, told her that he had an appointment and then went over to the sofa where he spent his time on his cell until Milton went out to get him. And it was when he was leaving, that he said goodbye to her.
She wished it didn’t bother her at all but she couldn’t help it. She was extremely attracted to him. She had even asked Milton about him. “I’ve know Tarik for about seven years,” he told her.
“Is he married?”
“No. As far as I know, he’s single. Why? Ae you interested in him?”
“Yes, but don’t tell him that.”
Milton chuckled. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed, but if you want me to put in a good word for you, just let me know.”
“I don’t he would be interested me.”
“Why do you say that?”
“The only time he acknowledges me is when he arrives and tells me that he has an appointment and when he leaves. All the time he’s here, he’s busy with his cell phone. He’s very businesslike in his manner. No chitchat like the other people who come to see you.”
“Maybe he thinks you’re married.”
“I’m not wearing a ring.”
“Maybe he thinks you have a boyfriend.”
“Rather than assuming that, he could ask.”
“He isn’t just going to ask you that right off the bat, especially if he doesn’t know that you’re interested in him.”
“I suppose I could make small talk with him before he goes and sits on that sofa.”
“Why don’t you? It’s worth a try. And, Tarik’s a really nice guy once you get to know him.”
The intercom interrupted her thoughts. She reached for the receiver. It was Milton. “Is Tarik there?”
“Could you let him know that I’m running a bit late and that I will be there in about ten minutes?”
She wondered if he was really running late or if it was a ploy to get her to talk to Tarik. She hung up the receiver, got up from behind the desk and walked over to Tarik.
She cleared her throat and he looked up. He really was very good-looking. “Milton’s running late. He said that he will come and get you in about ten minutes.”
“That’s fine,” Tarik replied. “I don’t mind waiting.”
“There’s fresh coffee if you would like to help yourself.”
He smiled, making her heart skip a beat. “No, thank you. I don’t drink coffee.”
“Neither do I. I tried it once and hated the taste.”
“It isn’t healthy for you.”
“Because of the caffeine.”
“Yes and it’s an addiction for some people. A couple of friends of mine who told me what it was like for them to withdraw from drinking coffee and I could have sworn that they sounded like drug addicts trying to kick the habit.”
“Really? I had no idea that people could become addicted to coffee.”
“A scientist said that coffee acts just like cocaine.”
“Oh.” She was about to ask him more about the scientist’s conclusions about coffee when the phone rng. “Excuse me,.” She rushed over to the desk and picked up the receiver.
Tarik went back to surfing the Internet on his cell until about seven minutes later, Milton went and got him. They greeted each other warmly and then, they went off to Milton’s office.
Tisha hung up the phone. Talk about bad timing. Why did it have to ring when she and Tarik were having a conversation? They could have chatted until Milton went and got him. Oh, well. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be their only conversation.
Sources: Hungry for Change; Beverage
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