"we were called into the conference room" i tell my two teammates. they nod rapidly, shoving the last of their sandwiches in their mouth. "you could've finished your lunch" i add with a laugh.
"don't want to piss off the queen" mariza replies. they're both standing at my side now as we walk to the conference room. i knock twice before entering. there's six bodies in the room. five of which are unfamiliar.
"right on team" our supervisor says, adding a clap at the end. "these are the artists you will be working with. since they're a group two of you will be assigned two of them while one of you will work with just one. you'll gather their ideas and interests separately and have to work together to create those ideas into one. got it?"
all three of us nod. "good. you," she points to me. i take a step closer to her, "yes?" she hums, "i like you. you'll be working with joel."
i look to my left and smile. "hi joel, i'm ariana." he jumps up from his seat and walks over to me quickly. he holds out his hand, "nice to meet you."
from joel: i let myself out
i sigh while rubbing my eyes. i had just woken up and was scrolling through my phone as i always do.
to joel: okay
he responds a few seconds after i hit send
from joel: i didn't say anything too bad, right?
to joel: hmm maybe
from joel: wait really?
to joel: drunk you made me swear my secrecy
from joel: please tell me
to joel: nope :)
i laugh hysterically to myself. none of this happened, but that doesn't mean i can't get back at him for crashing here.
from joel: you are evil woman
to joel: mala mujer ;)
from joel: good song haha
from joel: .. you're acting different though
was i? i hadn't noticed. i guess after he confessed his feeling last night i feel happier. but that still doesn't change what else he told me. he can't be with me because "she" broke him.
to joel: am not
from joel: yes you are
to joel: fine maybe i am. although i was very annoyed with drunk you last night.. tell him to come around more often
from joel: and why is that?
to joel: because he's kinder and more honest
from joel: ... i'm sorry
to joel: don't be
to joel: but we've got a lot to talk about buddy
from joel: i've got to go. i'll talk to you later
to joel: you mean in the middle of the night
from joel: don't attack me
from joel: ttyl sugar plum
sugar plum? does he remember more than he's letting on?
