“What is your problem today?” asked Beth, the graphic designer, as Bradley apologized again. The coffee he’d spilled had barely missed her, most of it ending up on the table, although the fact she blotted at her hand with a napkin indicated a few drops must have hit her.
“His boyfriend’s coming back tonight,” said Jen, the intern, smirking as she watched him throw half the tray of napkins at the spreading spill. “Isn’t he?”
“Picking him up from the airport after work,” said Bradley, unable to look at either of them. He normally wasn’t so clumsy, but he’d gotten increasingly nervous as the day progressed. He had no idea why. He wanted to see Lance again, didn’t he? Even if they’d have some things to work on. He’d missed Lance.
“Yeah, you look anxious, not excited,” said Beth, using the n
