Amber P.O.V. -
On my lunch break, I went to CVS and got a vase to put the flowers in August bought me. When he left out I realized I was being a little hard on him.
Yes he did make me angry, but he was trying to make an honest effort to fix things by bringing me the flowers. And they weren’t the cheap kind of flowers either, he spent a pretty penny on them.
On top of that, when I took them out of the trash a small card fell out that read:
“From the bottom of my heart I appreciate you Amb. –Mr. 12 inches ;).
I had to remind myself to be patient with him. He was extremely young, a little bit sensitive, and hadn’t learned how to fully control his emotions quite yet.
I put the flowers in a clear glass vase filled with water, and sat it on the right hand corner of my desk next to some books I had lined up.
It was about 9pm and I was getting ready to leave to go home finally, but before I left, I wanted to find Aug and thank him for the kind gesture.
I walked down the hall to see the women’s washroom light on. I don’t know why he always cleaned that last, but he did.
His cleaning cart was in the hall, pushed against the wall. I knocked on the door that was ajar, and leaned on the side of it as I watched him wash his hands.
He looked over at me with a straight face, then back at his hands.
“I put the flowers you gave me on my desk. Their beautiful. Thank you.”
He shook his hands over the sink, then rubbed them on his black sweat pants. He gave me an angry look as he brushed pass me and walked into the hall.
“August.”
I looked at him as he bent down to adjust some toilet paper that had falling at the bottom of the cart.
“Stop giving me a hard time.”
He stood back up and rolled the cart midway down the hall to the janitorial closet.
He opened the closet and I leaned on the door, looking at him put materials from the cart onto the shelves.
“What did you want to talk to me about?”
“I’m cool na.” He finally spoke.
“Aug.”
He continued to put materials from the cart onto the shelves, not even acknowledging my presence.
“I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”
“Talk. Now you can go. Please and thank you.” He was mocking what I had told him earlier.
I stepped all the way into the closet, closed the door and locked it.
“What are you doing?”
He finally looked over at me.
“We gonna stay in here until you talk to me.”
“Why you wanna talk na?”
He rested one arm on the stop shelf and the other at his side.
“Because I care about you August okay.”
“Tsk.” He waved me off.
“And I want to be there for you. But I can’t do that if you keep pushing me away with your attitude.”
