Just like high school

I can’t believe we’re doing this again. So there I was, doing my job, sending ‘em meeting pads, alone (duh) and as I was looking all idiotic tryna pass the bloody door with trolley in my hands, there he was, pushing trolley (too).

And I know it was all nothing but a glimpse, but I know all too well a look from a person that is trying to avoid you. Because I’ve had that look one too many times back in high school.

All I think about was how funny things are. And yeah, of course, a few moments after that I was shaking. Because the worst of things had happened. Now no one can tell me it can’t get any worse than that, because it can’t (being in the same elevator could be the worst case possible, but let’s cross that bridge once and IF we reached it).

I mean, idk. I can see the guilt though. On how much and fast he tried to run his eyes away from me (mind you he was wearing glassess so I guess he can see the full of me and regret that he wore them because now it’s super awkward and the damage is done).

Man I’m good.

March 30th, 2018

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