- Thursday —
"Excuse me, may I have this table?"
Emi looked up from her laptop and saw a young teen girl. She had a Nintendo Switch in one hand and a frappuccino in the other. The girl stared at Emi expectantly.
They were the only two customers in the place but the girl apparently wanted her table. It was a little bizarre, but maybe she had a good reason, Emi thought.
Emi grabbed her latte and computer and moved to the next table.
The young girl plopped down in Emi's old seat and waved to the barista in an exaggerated manner. The barista weakly waved back with a slightly pained expression.
Emi's phone chirped. 'Happy 24th! sorry for being a week late,' the text read.
'Thanks, busy now,' she replied.
Trying to refocus on what she was working on, Emi looked at her computer screen while sipping on her latte just as Evan walked in. He nodded at her and walked up to order his drink.
Strange, that was probably the first time since high school that Evan had ever greeted her without a smile.
Thinking about that, she closed her laptop and watched him as he waited for his drink to be made. No doubt it would be a half-sweet extra-hot pumpkin spice latte.
He took off his stylish artist tuque and sat down. His drink looked like a plain latte and his brown hair was comically messy. He looked up at her with raw tired eyes.
"She left me Emi."
Emi gasped and awkwardly grabbed her best friend's hand in support. She really felt bad for him but she wasn't much of a hugger. She wished there was something that she could do to help.
"I am so sorry Evan." She couldn't understand why this would happen. Evan and his girlfriend had been living together for almost two years.
"She left me because of three stupid online stories that I bookmarked," he said bitterly.
"Eh?" Emi raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah," he broke eye contact. "They were a bit erotic in nature, but really low key. Nothing hardcore."
"Oh," Emi said cautiously.
"I guess she felt that they were offensive and were a peek into how I feel about women in general. Or maybe she was just jittery about us and looking for an excuse to leave," he sighed heavily.
"Why would she take them so seriously Emi? Does reading three stories really mean I'm a bad person?"
"No, of course not," Emi said firmly.
"She packed all her stuff and left. She left a short note saying that I can go and cry on Emi's shoulder and fantasize about making HER naked."
He tried to compose himself. "They were just stories Emi! Can you help me?"
"Er, what?" Still stunned about what the note said, Emi tried to catch up.
A moment later, she responded, "Evan, you know that I don't know anything about mature relationships. I'm still living at home with my father and two brothers. I haven't had a relationship since University. Even that was a brief joke. I'm just your typical sheltered Japanese girl."
"Yeah, right. You are an elite track athlete and the lead developer at work."
"Yeah, a dorky nerd who spends too much time running. You have just made my point."
"You're not like that at all Emi. You pay attention to people and are decent to everyone. I especially like the cool tomboy vibe that you have going on due to no makeup and not acting girly. Not to mention, your fit body is sexy as hell."
Emi looked down at the floor. That was the first time that Evan had ever really said anything about what he thought of her as a girl. Since she was fourteen she had always just been just one of the guys. The comments felt awkward, but not totally unpleasant.
"Will you help me or not?"
"What can I do?" she asked looking back up into his eyes.
"Read the stories," he said seriously. "Tell me if I am a bad person and deserve to be dumped because of a few stupid fictional stories."
"Guh... you want me to read your wank-off material?"
"They are not... I mean, I had a girlfriend, remember? They are somewhat spicy but also fun to read. Everyone has their fantasies." He shifted uncomfortably and broke eye contact.
She continued to look at him with a neutral expression, trying to hide her annoyance with the request that she knew that she would have to fulfill. He was always there for her when she had family troubles and had helped her learn UX and graphic design. The bonus skills helped make her a better software developer. Plus she really did want to help, although she wished it was anything but this.
"I just want your opinion," he pleaded.
Emi sighed.
"I'll read what I can in my spare time over the next few days. Don't ask me about it at work. I'll let you know when I'm ready."
"Thank you," he said.
"Uh huh..."
"Tomorrow is Friday, a holiday, talk about perfect timing for a long weekend. Can I take the rest of today off as well? I'm not really in any condition to work today."
"Eh? You are going to leave me hanging with the Karpinski Project?"
"All the graphic assets are done. Here." He tossed her a memory stick.
"Uh, ok. I'll see you Monday then. You do know that I'm just a lead, right? If you want to take a day off, you have to ask Beth."
"I did, she said that she is a project manager, not a people manager."
"Welcome to life at a startup. I think our CEO is too cheap to hire an HR person. He's always asking me what I think about this or that resume."
"Thanks, umm..." he paused. "The three stories are also in there as well," he mumbled sheepishly as he started to leave.
"Wonderful." She held the tainted stick up and away from herself with two fingers. She made a comical face that made him laugh, but that was just to make him feel better.
An hour or so after Evan left, Emi had finished updating the graphics on the app they were working on. Finally, Emi decided to go back into the office in case the guys needed anything from her.
Back in the office, Doug was dancing in a circle with this muscular arms raised triumphantly. Mathew towering over him with his arms folded, had an annoyed look on his young face.
"Let me give you a hand Mathew," said Emi as she approached the two at the foosball table.
Mathew wasn't a bad player, but Doug could probably play professionally. Emi and Mathew teamed up on one side, with Doug on the other side. They were almost evenly matched even though it was two on one.
Emi liked to distract with comments when playing since she had learned that guys suck at doing more than one thing at a time.
"Where are we with the Karpinski stuff?" said Emi as she dropped in a ball.
After a frantic back and forth, BOOM - Doug scored. He thoughtfully rubbed his goatee and smugly snapped his score counter up one.