Agree

“Wow… I’m, um, sure!” You say, not sure what else to respond with. Jax makes a happy sound as the hand you their phone, letting you put your contact info in. You put your phone number in, but in your nerves you type Sissy instead of Missy. They laugh it off as a typo as you blush again and again, before saying by and heading back.

Fuck… you have a date. You don’t know when. Maybe you can cancel? Maybe it’ll be a break from what work is becoming. Shit what if any of the girls find out? All these thoughts and more rush through your head as the elevator door opens to your floor. Now to just get the coffee there without spilling…