Another week passed after I was dismissed by Brandon, the older man I was fawning over at work. After he flirted with me at the company party, I was convinced that something was going to happen between us. But instead, he just gave me the cold shoulder.
Yes, I had decided to let go and forget about him, and I did—almost. I was making the effort to flirt with a guy in one of my university classes. He was tall, blonde, and handsome, but he wasn’t Brandon. Was he as confident as Brandon? No. Did he ooze sex appeal like Brandon? No, but he was exactly what I needed to get over Brandon. Since I took early classes, I was able to come in during the weekdays to the office and help out, and one day that was exactly what I did.
After changing into my business attire, I walked out from the restroom and ran right into Brandon. I had no idea he was in the office visiting and he was definitely the last person I wanted to see. I had woken up late that morning and threw my hair in a messy bun. And since I usually stayed in the back of the office, I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing me but my co-workers. Unfortunately, that included Brandon.
A little embarrassed, but remembering how short he was with me the last time I saw him, I threw my shoulders back. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there,” I said. I gave a quick smile and made the motion to go around him.
“Wait, Lena? No ‘Good afternoon, Brandon’ or even a ‘How are you’?” apparently he wanted to be playful with me this time, but I was so done with his bipolar attitude.
I looked at him as he gave me a smile and I sighed. “How are you Brandon?” I couldn’t help it; Brandon’s smile was infectious and so I chuckled.
“Now that’s more like it! That’s what I’ve been waiting all day to hear!” He gave me a hug and pulled out his phone. “Do you mind if I get a picture of us together?” It was the most random thing that anyone had ever said to me and it was so out of character for Brandon.
“A what? A picture?” I asked hesitantly. But he already had his arm around me and he held a firm grip of my shoulder. I was even more confused now than I was a week ago.
“Yeah, a quick picture.” He had his phone facing the both of us, his arm stretched. “OK, one, two, three!” I gave a confused smile and before I could regain my composure, he had his phone back in his pocket and was walking out towards our garage to leave. He laughed and turned around before heading out the door. “You do me a favor and have the best day of your life,” he yelled back. And with that he was gone.
My mind was completely blank. I had no idea what had just happened. Did Brandon just take a picture with me on his phone? Confused, I went straight to my desk, my heart starting to race. Of all days, he picked the one day I didn’t do my hair or put any makeup on. I’m not sure why, but at that moment, I looked down and I’m glad I did, because that’s when I saw it—the real reason Brandon wanted to suddenly take a picture with me…