“Don’t be silly, Andy. I already told you, I don’t want a man in my life, besides he is a client.”
“The heart wants what it wants, Trisha.”
Trisha rolled her eyes. “Are you a poet now?” She shook her head. “Meghan is lucky to have you. There is never a dull moment with you.”
“Yes, she is very lucky to have me as her husband.” He nodded his head. “Don’t worry about Sid being a client. Let’s call it networking.” He winked at her and gave her a grin. “Trisha please, you really should try to relax. Go with the flow, loosen up a little. You know what, I am going to make us both a cup of tea and leave you to your thoughts.” He smiled from ear to ear and walked to the small kitchen which was in the back of the office.
He is a client
“He is a client, Andy! You asked me to handle this account, remember?”
A few minutes later, Andy came back with two cups of tea and gazed at Trisha. “Are you ok Trisha? You look kind of pale. Or is this a new make-up look, you are going for?
“I don´t feel very well, all of a sudden, it will pass.” She took the mug from her desk and wrapped her hands around it. “Aaah, that feels much better.”
“Are you sure? It seems like the brown is fading away from your face. That can´t be a good sign and I’m no doctor. I think you are getting sick.” Andy shook his head. “Take the rest of the day off. As your boss, I don’t want to hear no for an answer.”
Trisha sat down on her comfy couch and wrapped a blanket around her. She had made herself a steaming mug of hot tea and changed into a comfortable pink jogging suit.
Message
Trisha closed her eyes, holding the mug in both her hands. “You have to come to terms with your divorce. It has been two years now. The time to torture yourself is over! Andy is right! Only you can make yourself happy!” It was her inner voice, repeating the same things she already knew.
Maybe they were right. Maybe she should go out more. “Of course they are right” said her inner voice. “You are turning into a hermit.”
Her attention was drawn to the high ceiling window. A group of school girls were passing by. From her first floor apartment she had a good view of the street. The girls were laughing and staring at a mobile, which one of the girls was holding in her hand. Trisha kept watching the girls till she couldn’t see them anymore. She took the bowl of potato chips from the coffee table and started munching on them. She picked up the remote and turned the television on and decided on binge watching “The Crown” on Netflix.
In the middle of episode four, her phone beeped. She looked annoyed at the intruder of her peace, cursing herself that she should have switched her phone off.
It was a text message. Assuming that it was Andy’s, she picked up her phone. Her heart skipped a beat. It was a message from ‘Mr. Eye Candy’. Trisha smiled at her screen and read the message over and over again.
