It was one in the morning in an International House of Pancakes on a weekday. This meant that the flow of customers were actually almost a standstill. I sat with my cup of coffee and waited for Hanna to show up to talk about the little note I received.
Things were a bit different. My downtime let me finish my thesis. I had a teaching job lined up at a local high school starting with summer and continuing through the fall. I had put my notice in at the old job, to which Sarah, who was now the head of human resources, had taken. She seemed sad about it but understood that this wasn’t going to be a career for me. Cubicle life wasn’t for me.
I poured myself another cup of coffee and looked up for the waitress, but Hanna finally showed. She kept it comfortable with heels, jeans, and a hooded sweat jacket. Her tangled red hair was tied up in a bunch at the back of her head as she sat down. The waitress came and she ordered herself coffee too.
“Tracy filed for her divorce,” Hanna said and I raised my eyebrows. I figured that Tracy would have milked the rest of it, but I was wrong, “Why did she do that?” I asked.
”She actually found him banging his secretary. I know, what a cliché,” she said as she poured her coffee and thanked the waitress.
”Didn’t he try to get her for cheating on him?”
”Yeah, but her investigators were more competent,” Hanna simply said, “So, about Roxy…”
“Hanna, you do understand I’m quitting right?”
“Yes, and your schedule now opened up even more for when we need you,” she smirked devilishly, “Besides, you don’t walk around bragging. Everyone has picked someone to come through so we plan on wearing you out while you are teaching young minds.”
I looked into my coffee and contemplated.
”By the way, the offer that is on the table, well, I’m going to need to cash that in early, so I’ll working on an even better offer for you if you accept.”
“Oh?”
”Yes, this is a full fledged booty call, so if you are done with your coffee, lets get out of here and head to my place.”
“You’re place?” I asked in disbelief.
”Yes. I have some things that I haven’t mentioned to anyone that I found out about myself about my husband,” she laughed, “It’s actually really funny.”
I just looked at her in silence.
”He’s gay. When he was taking viagra it was mostly to force himself to have an erection with me and do his husbandly duty. He only stopped because he had himself a piece of ass on the side. We’re still going to stay married, but he tends to spend the night over his friends house now. Basically now I’m just keeping up with appearances until his parents croak.”
It was my turn to laugh, “You’re shitting me?”
”I shit you not, now lets fucking stop talking about shitting and get to my place.”
***
So I’ll skip over the parts of the drive over in separate cars, and what her house looked like, which it looked like a house. She put her finger to her lips to let me know to be quiet as we entered and her lips immediately attacked mine. She started undoing buttons on my shirt and leading me back to her room as I unzipped her hoodie and helped her fight with it over her arms, tossing it to the side as we entered the room.
“What’s with all the silence,” I whispered as she attacked my pants with her hands.