I had been working at my new job as a secretary for a couple of months. Thinking that I had seen just about everyone in the company, I was shocked when a handsome face with a debonair smile caught me reading a romance novel, and right when I was really getting into the steamy part.
Having introduced us both, the other receptionist, Joanne, forgot to mention the woman by the man’s side, Becky, another unfamiliar face who was quick to point out my age. Having admitted that I was only 19, Becky smiled and said sarcastically, “Oh, you look like you just turned 16. What’s your secret?”
Whether or not that was true, it felt as if she was making a jab at my age on purpose. I immediately got the sense that there was something between her and the handsome older man, whose name was Brandon. Brandon looked like your typical arrogant bad-boy, and walked like he was God’s gift to women. But I can’t lie, it was highly attractive. He was highly attractive.
As I watched Becky walk over to Brandon, who was the coffee pot nearby, like a lost puppy dog, I took in her appearance. She was shorter than Brandon, but a little taller than me and wore the image of a rocker chick, trying to hide her real age behind pounds of makeup. Together, they looked like they would be involved in some sort of office romance, even though Becky was obviously the older one.
She clearly had a thing for Brandon, so this led me to the assumption that she made the comment about my youthful looks out of jealousy. Being insulted about my age was something that I was used to, but I didn’t like the fact that it was done in front of such a good-looking man. And I couldn’t resist the urge to give her a taste of her own medicine.
“Yeah, it’s probably a good thing though. That means when I get older I’ll look younger than what I really am,” I replied. Becky dropped her packet of sugar. Brandon smiled and before Becky could make a clever remark back, he said, “Well then that means you’re at least over 18. What are you doing after work?” he smiled at me as he made his way back to the counter in front of my desk. He had put down his mug on the counter and rested his chin on his palm waiting for my answer…