Maya

Richard shows up after our weekly Friday meeting, wearing the most annoyingly smug smile on his face.

“Can you go back to not smiling? This isn’t fair.” I shut off my desktop computer.

His grin widens. “But I like the way you squirm.”

I shove my laptop in my backpack. “Asshole.”

He leans against the cubicle wall and tucks his hands in his pockets. “If you’re trying to turn me off, you’re going about it the wrong way.”

I think of our first kiss and how much he liked the word back then.

“What are you doing here?” I rasp.

“I wanted to let you know we’re going on a date tomorrow.”

“Okay…” I play it cool, but inside I’m swooning. Richard is definitely making his intentions obvious, and I’m so here for it. It’s refreshing to not chase him down for a date.

“After we have dinner with…