Oh my. How very interesting this has become. Of course I would be referring to Scott. The Monday following that evening. I came to work with the attitude that I wasn't going to let this one thing get out of hand. I guess when you don't have sex with a guy it makes him want you more. Well at least he has more respect for me for not doing anything rash, I think. At first I thought maybe since he just walked past my desk that morning, that he was going to ingnore me the rest of the day. He went to the coffee shop first then stopped by my desk for a little conversation. I think we established that neither of us was sorry for anything we had done (which in retrospect was very little but felt like a lot) and that we were still very much attracted to each other. Very nice.I kept busy all day. At lunch he and Chase both checked out and off they were. Approximately a half an hour later I went to lunch alone, had a craving for Chinese, and even got back a little early this time. This is when it gets interesting. My ding-a-ling day receptionist always answers the phone by saying "Good Morning, thank you for calling Everyman's Auto Dealership!" Kind of in a high pitched cheesy sing song voice. And if you have ever heard the sound of someones fingernails scratching a chalkboard it is much more pleasurable than the way this woman sounds over my PA system. Add the fact that she says those exact nine words regardless of the time of day, whether the sun is rising or setting, it is always morning to the poor dear. So as I was saying, from the time that I left, to the time Scott & Chase got back from lunch, Scott's girlfriend showed up looking for him. Now somewhow, there was a miscommunication between Ding-a-ling and the Girlfriend, because when I got back Scott looked a bit uptight. I asked him if he was allright, to which he simply shook his head. I asked him what was wrong, and he just stood there looking at Ding-a-ling. I asked what she had done. And this time it was a doozy. Scott: That stupid receptionist. Catarina: What? Scott: My girfriend showed up here when I was at lunch. Catarina: Yeah? Scott: She told my girlfriend that you and I were at lunch together. Catarina: Now why would she do that? I showed her the checkout list and it clearly says you and Chase went to lunch together, a full half an hour before I left for lunch. Scott: I don't know. Why would she? And even if I had gone to lunch with you, why is she telling anyone who I went to lunch with. Catarina: I don't know. Did you talk to her? Scott: Not yet. Catarina: Well you probably should. I will talk to her too. Scott: (walking to his desk) Okay. I called her and asked her about it, and apparantly the damned Girlfriend was the one asking for information. She knew my name and was trying to put two and two together. Even though my day receptionist is a ding-a-ling, she told me that she never once said anything like that. Well, then I have to wonder how the Girlfriend even knows my name, or would think to put Scott and I together in any way. My receptionist is a bit of a gossip so she may have put an idea in her head. Clucking hens! I told Scott what she said about it. He didn't look surprised. Perhaps the Girlfriend is a little...touched. I would even venture to say she has acted this way before. I was sick the next day so I called in When I returned on Wednesday, of course everyone was glad that I was back. Scott walked right past my desk, seemed like he was in a hurry. Running to the coffee shop, then a straight shot to his desk where I noticed he was calling someone. I was watching him look off to the side and wondering who he would have to call first thing before you even start your work day. That might be his fian...beep beep...beep beep...my switchboard was sounding off. I looked at it and realized he was calling me. Relief, then felt utterly silly for even caring in the first place. Scott: Hey Sexy! Catarina: Hey! Scott: What happened to you yesterday? I came in and you were not here. Catarina: I had to stay home because I was coughing and sneezing all night. Then I lost my voice. Scott: Well I am really glad you're back! Catarina: (I was sincerely moved) Thank you! Scott: Okay, I'll talk with you later. Catarina: Okay, bye. Scott: Bye So I guess there is no harm in continuing to be friends ...is there?