'It's Thanksgivings.' I stood in front of my calendar that is paste on my fridge with a magnet that has the monument of Eiffel Tower, I haven't been to Paris, by the way. 'Damned.' I sighed.
'It's Thanksgiving already?' Wilson approached behind me as we stare at the calendar. He is still in his silk robes, while I am already in my working outfit.
'I have to be home for Thanksgiving!' I whined, 'if Friday Sourdough isn't torturing enough.' I walked away to get my coffee and fill it in my tumbler.
'I'll rather spent Thanksgiving with the Rivers, am I invited?' With a glee on his face, he came towards me with his proposal.
'No,' I answered.
That glee of his vanish and came up with a perplexed slash confused expression, like a kid denied of a new toy. 'Why?'
'My parents would be extremely delighted.'
'Isn't that good?'
'No, for me, it's not,' I shake my head, closing the cap of my tumbler. 'It's going to be awkward because they would be extremely hospitable.'
'You are twisted, my dear,' he followed behind me while I headed towards me room.
'So are you, sweetheart.' I grin.
'I am?'
'You could have spend the Thanksgiving with Feo,' or Marcia, my brain sprung the name. 'Why are standing there?' I watched him leaning against the doorframe as I packed my tablet inside my bag.
'Well, boundaries, according to our roommate agreement.'
I paused, nodded. 'Well, I'm going to be late for work, and you are not going to join my family for Thanksgiving.' Headed out of my room, Wilson is still following behind me.
'Feo doesn't know the purpose of Thanksgiving, she's only interested with the desserts after main course.'
'Well, then how did you spent your previous Thanksgiving?' I place the keys inside my bag and unlock the door.
God, am I ready to hear the answer?
'It's fine,' I stop him with my palm. 'We'll talk again, wait, no, you are definitely not joining me for Thanksgiving,' I grinned a triumphant smile and shut the door, giving Wilson no chance to negotiate at all.
~
I should be getting a car.
That thought rushes through my mind as I took the Metro. But then again, the conclusion that I gain after the impact of cars to the environment, it's the budget. I shouldn't waste money on unnecessary stuff.
Maybe it looks cool to step on the paddle with a Ferragamo pumps, drinking warm Vanilla latte from paper cups, but then again, it's just a nice dream that hold no significant purpose to my life.
Walking is good, I mean, your body are attached with legs to move and the overall benefit certainly outweighs those luxury one I dreamt of for the long term.
'We meet again,'
That voice again, coming to my direction.
I stop as he walk towards me, 'stalker, that's your new job now, David?' I remove my shades and place it over my hair.
'Maybe it's the other way around?' David was holding on to a paper cup. Luxury, that's what I thought.
'I would have bought another one if I knew we would bump into each other again.' He quoted the word bump.
'Nah, I wasn't actually eyeing for that.' I was. 'Another project?' I hinted at the building.
'Oh,' he realized I was referring to this building. 'Yup, meeting with one of the suppliers and maybe career hopping.'
I narrowed my eyes.
'I was offered a position as a consultant, a company specialized in minimalist furniture.'
'Wow,' I raised my brow.
'Wish me luck, Rivvy.' He shrugged.
'You don't need luck, you have the potential, Dave.' I assure him with a smile.
'That's comforting, I'll see you— well, I'll see you.'
'You held back the word around, didn't you?' I made a skeptical glance.
'Maybe I'm just superstitious,'
'I believe in facts more than superstition, so, I'll see you around, David.' I wave him goodbye as we headed for different elevator, he's heading towards the other wing.
Somehow, the David I knew haven't been quoting God, something that were strongly attached to David, Psalm as well. He might as well be a preacher, that's what I thought in the past, it's no wonder why Rita said he is boring.
As I left the elevator when it slides open, bringing me to where my office is, my phone vibrated and it's Millers' clinic.
~
'How was the trip?' I asked Millers as she offered a cup of hot chocolate, 'this is yummy,' I nodded approvingly.
'Berlin is good, you should visit it someday.' Miller answered, 'the hot cocoa you're drinking now is a souvenir from there as well.'
'I'll place it in my bucket list.'
'So, how is everything?' Miller opens the folder and the cap of her pen as well.
'Well, a lot of things happened,' I mentioned, not certain where I should begin. 'I was mad at Wilson, weeks ago, it's about Marcia anyway.' I can't see Millers in her eyes without feelings guilty.
'Did things turn out better after the argument?' Miller, tone as calm as ever.
'I don't know, but, we did communicate, and I did get a good surprise from him, flowers and a dress.' I nodded with smile I tried to hide.
'Flowers always work, doesn't it?' Miller grin. 'Well, do you still think Marcia is the reason why you felt insecure with Wilson?'
I gave her words a little thought, glancing at her window is always what I did when I'm trying to analyze my thought. 'Maybe it's me?' I shrugged.
'You know, humans always made assumptions, usually the negative ones, it's how our body protects us, having a negative insight always made us prepare for disappointment, and thus surprise happens because people anticipate failure instead of success.'
'Your words seems to come out from books of proverbs, it strikes me unexpectedly,' I was clearly amazed.
'Data and years of research, it's not me, Rivvy.' She smiled.
'Actually,' I paused, 'I have this desire to, uhm, well, kiss—,' I stare at Millers, hoping I don't have to elaborate anymore.
