007 – Revelations

“Bleep”
Mojo Joe-Jo says:
Where were you man…. you ass.

“Bleep”
DAM(ie)N
I had the most interesting banter with Maia over lunch

“Bleep”
Mojo Joe-Jo says:
we know… we saw you guys in that joint on our way back to the office

“Bleep”
DAM(ie)N
oh.. ic… what did Jess say?

“Bleep”
Mojo Joe-Jo says:
she’s really upset man… I had to bare with her PMS, coz of you.

“Bleep”
DAM(ie)N
heeeeeyyy… why was she even upset?

“Bleep”
Mojo Joe-Jo says:
uhmnn… im not really sure, but i think she was really looking forward to seeing you for lunch. She even wore a dress today, for crying out loud. We even had to visit colonel Sanders on our way back here so that she could have her bucket-full fix of blissful golden poultry.

“Bleep”
DAM(ie)N
what?

“Bleep”
Mojo Joe-Jo says:
dude you’re so lame, obviously she likes you man. don’t act so naive. You simply broke her heart by ditching us for lunch with Maia.

“Bleep”
DAM(ie)N
I better talk to her.

What did I do wrong? I mean I simply had lunch with Maia. Okay, okay… I sensed that she fancies me but I thought it was just mere infatuation. Why would she even binge on fried chicken? That’s just so immature. Now I feel awkward walking to her cubicle. It feels so much like that day my boss called me up for some grilling.

“Hey Jess, how was lunch?”

“Oh.” she halts devouring a flour-covered drumstick, “Hi Damien. Sorry I can’t talk now I’m really busy with finishing the codes for my project, could we talk later?”

“Uhmn, okay…”

As I’m about to walk away I notice that her screensaver was on. She must be really upset, even too upset to give me a piece of her mind. I was expecting a shit-load of F**k Yous flying my direction when I approached her. My, my… what am I supposed to do now? I mean she’s a good friend. And it kills me to see her having all those crumbs and oil stains on her dress because of my lunch date with Maia. It wasn’t even a date, or was it?

3:00pm

4:00pm

5:00pm

Still no word from Jessica. I can’t stand this. I feel so shitty. I didn’t mean to hurt her. She’s not even my girlfriend. But she is a friend. And I can’t take it when one of my friends is angry with me. I’m too soft. Gummy-bear soft. This is so gay. I hope I’m not turning gay. Nah, I’m just sensitive. A ‘new-age’ guy the metrosexuals call it. But they’re so gay as well. Damn, I need a break. Probably a drag of my cigarettes could help clear my head.

“Ding”

First floor. It’s been a while since I last smoked. Everyone in the smoking lounge looks at me like I am a prodigal son of some sort. Everybody here knows each other so well. It’s like smoking has become such a mainstream and effective social tool. The only thing that gives the people below the hierarchy a chance to rub shoulders and be known by the bigwigs. Making the smoking area a level platform, a common ground, an oasis of unofficial alliances. I think it’s an unfair advantage to those who doesn’t smoke, but then again, one’s health is such a high price for a brief moment of sucking up to your boss.

“Click”

I start to engage a journey of self-enlightenment through polluting my lungs. I feel a sense of release as I breathe in this psychedelic poison but somehow it doesn’t taste as wonderful as the last time. Probably because it was lost in the bowels of time confined inside the abyss I call my drawer for almost all eternity, and staleness slowly engulfed it during those moments of solitude.

“Damien!” Jessica waves at me signaling me to sit by her side on one of the benches.

“Whoa, you really look nice today Jess.” hoping that saying something like this would ease up the tension between us.

“Oh shut up Damien. Just sit down beside me and let me enjoy this moment.”

I sit beside her and just stare blankly at the horizon of jammed up, virtually-not-moving cars lined up in the freeway. Both of us not uttering a single word, simply enjoying the view of frustrated drivers cursing at each other and honking their horns profusely at each other.

She leans her head on my shoulder.

“Don’t you dare say a word Damien. Just be still. Let me have this moment.”

And so I did.

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