Of course

Amber

Why was he here? I had almost given up on him. It was time to move past him. But no, here he was now, being introduced as my new coworker for the next few months. And I was supposed to guide him around too. Ugh. Whatever happens, James, please don't give me false hope again. It really was him. It's been so long since I texted with him. Six weeks? Something around that. But this could be so much better than texting. Sigh, I remember the college days. It was pretty much love at first sight, wasn't it? The next four years in college, we talked every day about everything we learned and did in college. Those were the best days of my life. And now he was here again. My life will be so much better again.

Pathetic. How long will it take me to fully accept that he's just not into me? I mean, look at me. Nothing special, fairly average. And everyone at my college knows about the size of his dick now, so he probably found some chick already. Or he has way higher standards now. I've tried so much during these college years to invite him over to my dorm room, and he just refused. I remember how pathetic it felt to text my roommate that she didn't need to sleep elsewhere for the night. Of course she still did, probably getting laid by her partner while I cried and masturbated myself to sleep. And had to act normal the next day. No man can be that dense, he clearly said no and it's time to move on.

But I want another chance. And I'm gonna take it.

James

"H-hi Amber." I nervously said to the round of three women sitting there.

"You two know each other?", Beth, my boss asked.

"Yeah, we went to the same college. And well, we obviously took very similar courses too."

"That's great. Amber, would you mind showing James around the office?"

"Sure", she said. I don't know why, but she looked a bit conflicted. I guess we hadn't spoken in a while.

"Hi, I'm Christine", the brown-haired woman next to Amber said. "Nice to meet you, Christine, I'm James."

"I'm Donna, by the way", the blonde chimed in. "Nice to meet you too, Donna." As I my hand reached out to shake her hands, she briefly tried pulling my hand closer to her body, but it seems like Beth's and Amber's stares made her consider otherwise. What was she doing?

The tour was quick, there wasn't a lot of important stuff in this office. Just normal cubicles, a printer, that sort of stuff. "Oh yeah I should mention, over there...", she pointed to a door at the wall, "is the bathroom. It has a woman sign on it, but don't be irritated by that, we just never bothered removing the sign from the previous tenant." That seemed weird, especially if they already had a guy working here before. And who knows who the freelancers were.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" she asked with a smile. It has been a while since I saw her this happy. I think as our graduation came closer, she was less and less happy every day. Plenty of people say they find college to be the best time of their life, I assume she made many friends there and was worried about losing some. Sigh, like me. If she even liked me all that much. Probably not.

"No thank you", I responded with a smile in kind, "I think I'll try to set up all the digital stuff first. Company emails and those things." "Alright, have fun."

The work day continued relatively nicely, I was progressing with my research. At lunchtime, Amber offered me to sit at my colleagues' table, and while I didn't want to bother them, it was still interesting to hear them chat about their lives.

Amber and Christine were in line to get some sweets, as Donna asks me a question, that sent shivers down my spine. Too many awful memories attached to this. "Sooo I heard you have a big dick?" "Y-yeah" I hesitantly answer. The last year of college was brutal. Everyone just knew me as 'the big dick guy' and sometimes people knowing one thing about you is worse than them knowing nothing. "Wanna invite me to a nice dinner after work soon? And then maybe we'll see where things will go?" "Nah, thanks.", I said. As always. She was sad, but hid it as soon as Amber and Christine returned.

Before I went back to work though, I needed to visit the bathroom quickly. Bladders have a size limit, after all. A new notification appeared on my screen: "Submission Accelerator: App installed" What was that talking about? Had I butt-dialed my way into installing a dubious app?