ELI
From behind my home office desk, I check the time and realize it’s later than I thought. Working all day and night in my apartment has led me to work longer than is healthy.
Is mindlessly scrolling through Sapphire’s Instagram account deemed as work?
I suppose I could pass it off as research. What I should really be doing is sending emails to clients, reviewing evidence and documents for an upcoming court case; instead, I’m dicking about on my phone, going googly-eyed over someone that feels so out of reach for me, and worlds apart.
Yesterday she threw me a curveball, and invited me to attend a fucking retreat I have no interest in attending.
She’s a tiny menace, and to her, I’m a tall annoyance. We argue for sport and maintain we’re both right, and she brings chaos and disruption to my strictly scheduled world.
We couldn’t be more dissimilar.
Any yet… her warmth is contagious to the point I want more of it.
My phone buzzes and there it is. Her name lighting up the screen, and my stomach does a little backflip and I no longer care about court documents and work.
I click on her text, my heart beating faster, already smiling to myself.
Sapphire
I can’t sleep.
Me
Maybe you should try taking fewer happy pills throughout the day.
Sapphire
Helpful, thanks.
Me
You’re welcome.
Sapphire
For the record, I don’t take happy pills. I’m a natural ray of sunshine. I beam.
Me
Now that you have mentioned it, anyone who spent time with you today must be blind, that dress you were wearing was fluorescent.
Sapphire
You didn’t see me today.
Shit. I saw her yesterday.
Sapphire
Have you been checking out my Instagram?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Sapphire
It’s okay if you have.