How I usually treat an awkward situation—especially if it concerns you-know-who—I'll sleep it off and try not think about it the next day. But last night and that stupid little hug that made me feel like a schoolgirl being asked to prom did some damage to my adult brain. So, when I found out Ms. Fallon is going to be resuming her duties the next work day—I scheduled a masterclass (in my bathroom of all places)with these out of hand feelings. I trampled on emerging love butterflies and flutters to write the bulleted lists out because yes, there is now going to be a Pro's and Con's sheet on my bathroom mirror.
Surprisingly enough, there's an even amount of negatives and positives. I only need one more negative to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
My brain starts wandering off to the events of last night. I'm at the crossroads of embarrassment and shock. After he said that line of: "Let's just stay like this—" and blah-blah-blah, he actually jumped back, laughed, and blamed the onions for making him say that. Was that really his attempt at a joke? I made clear space when I took the cutting board and dumped the sliced up food into the pot of boiling water. It's not that I wanted him to say something more romantic but he acted like such a kid with that line. I dismissed it in my head and once the ramen was done, he ate his bowl by the island while I stayed by the stove. He could've stayed quiet, thanked me for the food that I had originally bought for myself, and then left for his house in Beverly. But nope. He commented on how the food was good but it has too many chemicals; despite the live ingredients he physically cut up for it. Then, stayed slurping it all up till his bowl was empty. I told him maybe it was time for him to go home so his skin can start the healing process while he slept. I thought he was going to come up with an excuse for me to drive him but thankfully, he silently agreed and headed out.