"I love You"
Those words for years I had longed and yearned to hear. Those words were a personal affirmation of love from one person to another. They were words almost everyone hears at least once in their lifetime, how come I've never heard them once?
"Ugghhh" I groan loudly hitting my head on the table.
"Hey, careful now," Helen says looking up from her laptop. Helen had been my best friend since I could remember what colors looked like we were groomed in the same set of diapers and our parents were best friends.
"I wonder why you think your parent's love isn't good enough for you" she adds and I look up at her. She was a beautiful girl and I was jealous.
"That's easy for you to say. I'm twenty-three years and for once no man had ever told me how much he loves me and how I mean the world to him" I tell her hitting my head on the table again.
"What is she whining about this time? " I hear Ethan's voice ring through the air. I look up at my best friend and sigh loudly. Ethan was the owner of the cafe we were sitting at now. Since it was lunchtime the cafe activities were in full swing. The interior decoration of the cafe was too beautiful for words. It had a peach and white setting with a touch of coffee brown. I thought it was clever and kind of beautiful to include the coffee brown. Ethan thought it would make him more money and Helen just didn't care.
"She is not loved enough" Helen replied to Ethan with a chuckle ending her answer.
"Again?" Ethan asked, taking his seat at our table.
"Don't you have coffee beans to grind?" I asked him not ready for his teasing.
"Isn't your boss giving you enough work these days?" he retorted. I glared at him so hard that I wished his stupid black hair could catch on fire.
"My hair would not be catching fire today," he said, smirking. He knew me too well and what I was desperately wishing for.
"You attractive and annoyingly handsome boy and girl would not know what a plain Jane like myself faces. And give it up to my parents to name me accordingly" I continue and then proceed to take it out on my head once more.
"Love would come," Helen says, not looking up from her laptop.
"At what age and cost," I say and sigh once again.
I look at my two friends. My mind goes way back to when we were little at this time it was just I and Helen. We had each other's back. We took care of each other. I remember the trouble we caused. We first met Ethan on the first day of senior high school. We both thought he was a beauty to behold. His eyes are tinted a different shade of brown and his lips when going up in a smile. The way his chin was chiseled at a young age gave him a young but mature look. His complexion was that of a natural tan. He was the definition of perfect boyfriend material.
He had come up to us when he saw us asking us a very foolish question which had us rolling with laughter. The question in itself is what I can't remember but that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. There goes my attempt at having a boyfriend before graduation. I remember the way girls always tried to hit on Ethan and his priceless reactions every time. He felt embarrassed and we always thought his facial beauty was not matching his inner self-confidence. The friendship got from Ethan became more important to me than getting a boyfriend
Here I was years later with no romance experience at all. Working the job of a secretary to a crazy boss.
"Is your boss not going crazy any longer?" Ethan asked, picking up my ice latte and putting it in his mouth.
"He's away on a trip," I say with a sigh of relief in words. "Let's talk about something else so we don't jinx my well-deserved break" I continue and they both nod.
My boss Mr. Logan Page of Page industries. He was a living example of a storybook CEO. The stories surrounding his emergence into the business world and now becoming the man that everyone wants to do business with. He was an orphan who had nothing, growing up in the orphanage and all. Nobody knows the true story of how he broke into the business world.
My phone vibrates the whole table. I glance at the phone and I freeze when I see the name on the screen. Ethan glances over the phone too and sighs on my behalf.
"You jinxed it," I said in a fake crying voice while trying to throw a kick in Ethhan's direction. I want to desperately ignore the call.
"You could lose your job for no sensible reason," Helen said, still not looking up from her laptop. Helen was always the sensible one in our group. She always needed a reason to do something or a legal justification for her actions. I always thought she'll end up a lawyer instead of an accountant as she is now.
"And you just have to be sensible right now? I barely had two days to myself and he's back" I say remaining in the fake cry voice from earlier. I clear my throat and pick up the phone before it can go to voicemail.
"Hello, Mr. Logan," I say, trying to keep my cool.
"Took you a long time to get my calls. Ideally, you thought you had a new job" he replied immediately. His sweet voice wasn't matching the proud attitude he was displaying at the moment.
"Are you back in the city?" I ask secretly praying he just needs a document to work on while away on vacation. It's been barely two days since he left. Why in goodness' name would he be back already?
"I need you to send flowers and a birthday card to Ms. Bianca of Diamond technologies," he said.
"When do you want it delivered?" I asked him taking notes on my iPad that had been sitting in front of me.
"I need you to deliver it yourself" he continued. "to her house" he finished. "Details have to be synched to the calendar and I'll be coming back in two days" he continued before dropping the call. He could have sent me an email. He had no reason to call me.
"I hate him so much, He makes me sick," I say, putting the phone on the table.
"Yeah you do" Helen and Ethan echo together
