Finn
Friends. Friends? I am so tired of being friend zoned it’s not even funny. After eating dinner that night I brought her home and made sure she made it inside and like a freaken creeper, I sat there at the end of her driveway, watching and making sure she’s good all because I knew she was home alone. I wanted her to stay but what was I supposed to say? Hey, sleep over, we'll have a freaken slumber party? Yeah, that would go well.
Throughout the week, we have been working cordially but we got along better, better than ever. One day I would bring the coffee for us and the next she would and it was a nice change of pace. I still had to fear for my life time to time and was seriously contemplating that Plexiglass to go around my desk to the point where I got a fake estimate and put it on
