Thursday, July 28, 2011


"Hello?" Her voice was like a host of heavenly bells ringing down the line and into his ear.  In the break room, Damian shuffled from foot to foot and fought for something to say.  He pulled at his collar.  He hadn't expected Genny to answer.  Not on the first try.

Isn't that what is supposed to happen when you employ a telephone? Inigo asked.

Of course, of course, Damian replied.  Shut up and let me think.

The silence stretched.

I believe you should state your name.

Shut up!

"Hey, it's Damian," he said in a rush.

"Hi, Damian," she replied.  He could hear the smile in her voice.  His stomach danced.

"I, uh, just called to..."  Shoot, what did I call for?  "Ah.  Do you want to do something sometime?"

"Sure," she said brightly.  "What did you have in mind?"

Crud, he though.  He was hoping she'd have an idea.

"A movie?" he tried.

Terrible idea, Inigo said.  You cannot converse in the cinema.  At least not freely.  I would offer her cheese and wine under the moonlight on a beach.

We don't have a beach, Damian fired back.

"Dinner?" He realized he hadn't waited for a response from his first question and blushed.  Thankfully, no one was around to see it.

"Dinner and a movie, then," she said.  "When?"

"Ah."  More decisions!

Dinner generally happens in the evening, Inigo pointed out helpfully.

"The evening?" Damian parroted.

Genny giggled.  "How about tomorrow?  Say eightish?  I'll text you my address so you can pick me up.  Sound good?"

Sounds heavenly.

"Sure," Damian replied.  Fortunately, his brain wasn't entirely occupied.  "Um, do you have a preference where we go?"

"Surprise me," she purred.

Damian swallowed.  Hard.

"Okay, then."  He cringed when his voice cracked, but, like a champ, he powered through it.  "I'll pick you up at eight," he said in a lower-than-normal voice.

She laughed, reminiscent of tinkling bells.  Damian found himself smiling as well.

"Good bye, Damian."



That last voice had not been hers, his, or Inigo's.  He turned to face The Boss.  His stomach stopped, dropped, and rolled.

"My office, now," The Boss said.

The smile slid off his stupid face.


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