Zoom Into Me

Lucy’s POV

After letting those words out, I panicked and ended the call. Why? I’m not sure…maybe it had to do with the fact that I had just expressed certain feelings I wasn’t even truly sure about, and no one else knew about.

I shifted backwards in my desk chair, letting out a loud sight. I hadn’t been able to concentrate on the Italian article, in need of an perfectly clean English translation, since that call. This just wasn’t suppose to be like this. Someone who I just met a few days ago, and still didn’t perfectly know, shouldn’t be interfering with my work in such way. All of this is really messed up.

“Agh! Why me?!”

I heard someone clear their throat behind me, and felt myself mentally punching myself for stressing out in someone’s presence. Especially at a workplace.

“Miss. Parker, I’m supposing you’ve already finished with that article?” my boss’s voice made me correct my posture, sitting straightly in the chair.

Shit.

After making up a lame excuse for why I hadn’t finished my job assigned this morning, I was apparently given some more time to do it. Or at least that’s what the words, “get it finish by the end of the day or don’t even bother showing up tomorrow” screamed to me.

“Come on, just focus“ I murmured to myself, low enough for no one else to be able to hear it.

It seemed easier said than done.

Half way through the 10 paged environment article my phone started vibrating on the desk next to my mouse pad. But it wasn’t a call, just a text.

I like you too. -B

I gasped as I read the short message, signed with just an initial. I didn’t know too many people who’s name started with a B. Only two to be exact, and I’m pretty sure my co-worker Bailey wasn’t a lesbo.
I stupidly loosened the grasp around the phone and it ended dropping on the hardwood floor, making quite the racket.

“Sorry” I mouthed at Bailey who had her desk in the same office.

She apparently was in a bad mood, and I seemed to have made her loose her focus, since she ended flipping me off.

Nop, it was definitely not Bailey.

What do I do? Do I text something back?

While I tried to decide what to do, what to even text, the phone buzzed again.

I understand if this is awkward, but I’d appreciate it if you replied just to know I didn’t text the wrong number. -B


Why did he have to sign each message? Why did a simple letter B have to be so adorable?

I mentally rambled with myself on what to reply. He just needed something to know it was me, so I didn’t exactly have to think anything too elaborated.

Don’t worry, you got the number right.

I read what I had just typed, analyzing it carefully. Was that ok?

Either way, I ended pressing the send button and closing my eyes, knowing he would be reading it by now.

I opened my eyes, sighting in relief that was over with. He now had this ability to make me so nervous, without even being present.
The effect he seemed to have on me, was so incredibly strong, that I almost jumped out of my seat when my phone started ringing, indicating I had an incoming call from the same number. Annoyed, Bailey signaled me to step outside to take the call.

I shook my head at her, telling her to not worry about it as I declined the call. I opened a window on my phone to type down a new text.

I’m at work, we’ll talk later.

What about?
We’ll see…