Introspective Strangers [h.s.]

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

"You look awful," Friday chirped as he stepped into my office. I looked up at his grinning face and rolled my eyes, averting my attention back to my computer.

"Thanks," I grumbled.

He sat a coffee down in front of me and took a seat on the edge of my desk, picking up one of my pens and drumming it on his leg. I took a side glance at him and picked up the coffee, taking a long sip.

"Long weekend?" he nudged me with his foot as he spoke. I didn't reply and continued to stare at my screen. "C'mon, May," he groaned with mock irritation, "It's almost the end of the day. Talk to me. I've been so bored. Fill me in about your drama."

"My drama with Harry?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He laughed and raised his arms up in defence.

"I mean if you want to," he sung happily, crossing one leg over the other. "I did bring you a coffee, after all. You kind of owe me."

"What is with everyone asking me about him?" I muttered under my breath and spun my chair around to face him. A little louder so that he could hear me, I added, "Fine. Because you bought me a coffee and have so kindly driven me home without yet saying a word about him, you get one question."

"One?!" Friday asked and ran a hand through his hair. "Dude, this guy has been the talk of the office for the past 4 years and I'm only allowed to ask one question?"

"Or none," I said with a shrug and turned back to my computer, but Friday put a hand on my arm.

"Fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Fine, let me think."

"He isn't a celebrity," I said a little exasperatedly, picking at the side of my coffee cup and trying to keep myself from once more rolling my eyes. "Plus, he was mean to you. Wouldn't you rather me try to help you get back at him rather than fawn over him?"

"What does he do in his free time?" Friday finally asked, ignoring me. "I feel like he's into some weird shit. Does he write poetry? I see him as an aspiring, English poet type of guy."

I opened my mouth to respond and then immediately closed it, furrowing my brows. "I... don't know," I answered honestly and frowned.

"Ugh, did you not like that question or something? You promised one," Friday said and leaned back on his hands to look at me.

I shook my head. "No, it isn't the question. I just seriously don't know. I guess I've never really... asked him? Or seen what he does?"

"Are you guys not dating?" Friday asked and when I opened my mouth to object, he rolled his eyes and held a hand up. "Right, sorry. Forgot about that whole thing I witnessed in the bathroom. You're just friends."

"Friends," I repeated and looked down at my coffee.

"Not to be the bearer of bad news," Friday tutted, and I looked up at him as he took a sip of his coffee, "but normally friends also know what other friends do in their free time."

"Mm," I replied, shoving my laptop into my bag and then swinging it over my shoulder as I stood up. I walked around my desk and out into the hall. "And do you know what I like to do in my free time?"

"I'm assuming Harry," Friday snorted as he jumped off the desk to follow me.

I turned around and gave him a shove on the shoulder. "Idiot."

"The idiot who's driving you home," Friday grinned as we stepped into the elevator, "And for free, might I add."

"That's not fair," I said with a laugh as I leaned forward to press the ground floor button. "I always offer to give you gas money. And you always decline."