“I am going to get another cup of coffee before I head back to the office.”
Trisha nodded, “Enjoy your coffee. I will keep in touch.”
“I will be looking forward to your call.” He scraped his throat. “You can call me anytime. Even on the weekends. But I guess you don’t work on weekends.”
“I try not to.” Trisha said with a smile.
Sid nodded. “That is something I should learn, try not to work on weekends. It messes up your private life.”
Trisha smiled “yes, it does. Well, have a nice weekend, Sid.”
Trisha walked out of the door trying to keep her face straight. A huge smile appeared on her face, an overwhelming sense of happiness overcame her. She took a deep breath and hummed a song she heard on the radio this morning.
Confused
Confused about her feelings Trisha walked to the train station, absorbed in her thoughts. Her divorce had scarred her heart deeply and therefore she had decided that this would never happen again, ever. But now she just couldn’t control her feelings.
Trisha, just remember why you named him Mr. Eye Candy. He has this impact on woman hence the name ‘Mr. Eye Candy.’ Besides he is your client. Enjoy the feeling while it lasts. This too will pass.
Home
Trisha opened her front door and greeted a neighbour who happened to pass by. She closed the door and locked it. It felt good being home. She turned the lights on and took off her heels, carefully placing them in the shoe cabinet. Sid had been on her mind off and on the entire time while she was heading back home. Should she call him and tell him that she couldn’t get hold of the candidate? She decided against it. It was Friday evening after all.
What would he be doing now? Having a romantic date with a beautiful female? Trisha felt a knot in her stomach. The thought alone made her feel jealous.
Trisha, get a hold of yourself, you act like a jealous teenager, she said in a loud voice.
Trisha walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. She had changed into a pair of yoga pants. It was time to unwind after a long week.
She sat down on her couch and took a sip from her wine with closed eyes. This was not how she had imagined her life a couple of years ago, far from this.
Trisha had no siblings. She did not miss having them. Her friends and cousins were married or in a relationship. They had lives of their own and she didn’t want to intrude. She texted with them and every so often they planned something together.
When she was not working, she was home on her couch, reading or watching television. Her life wasn’t as glamorous as all of her friends and family thought it was. But she let them believe it was, she didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for her. She refused to be a charity case.
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