I moped around work, knowing full well I was not the best of company at the moment. I wanted to be with Niomi, I wanted to get lost in her eyes, took on a journey by her voice, swept off my feet by her scent that I could get lost in. Instead I was with Peter in the garage that smells of oil and rubber. I like Peter, he was a hard worker and good with the customers, but he definitely was not as fun to look at as Niomi.
I try to busy myself with what little work we had at the moment, spending what downtime I had cleaning up the mess I left my office in yesterday. God that was only yesterday. How quickly I had gone from turmoil to transcendence. I smiled to myself at the thought that never again would Niomi push me away the way she did after our little play in the kitchen at the bookstore.
