Damn intuition!

 Damn intuition! 

The other day I had been thinking how overly affectionate I am with some people. Especially Johnny. There isn’t a moment during a day where I’m not touching him,flirting with him, or he’s not touching me. 

I really like him. And he stunned me one day, by telling me “I really liked you, Rebecca” 

Liked in past tense, because he had gotten engaged and no one knew about it until he went back home.

I had also been thinking how much I would  miss all our flirting. I had no idea where all these thoughts were coming from, until Heidi announced yesterday morning “aw, Johnny is working the closing shift now!”

My head whipped around so fast, I nearly got whip lash! “Johnny is what?!”

The girls were grinning at my outraged expression. “He has a new job”

“What?! First, he leaves me for his wife then he leaves me for another job! He has upset me for the last time!” I cried dramatically.

The girls were laughing hysterically.

I wasn’t too happy. 

Then, I got the familiar sensation in my chest. My heart pounding, butterflies in my tummy. Chad was nearby.

“No. I don’t want to talk to you” I muttered, ” I’m in a bad mood”

Sure enough, Chad pulls up to the speaker, orders his coffee.

“I will put a happy face on his lid” I said, to the coffee person.

“Oh it’s your best friend” she sighed. “He never smiles. He is always so grumpy like you!”

I burst out laughing. “He never smiles because he hates this place. But loves me 😍” I teased.

She gave me a look.😒

I sighed. “Ok, he loves me as much as he would love another asshole”

She burst out laughing.

I felt better. 

I was on my 15 min break when Johnny walks in before his shift started.

“Johnny how dare you start working close!” I cried.

He was so bewildered, he stared at me, then smiled at me. “Why Rebecca? What’s wrong?”

I glared at him, then smiled. “I’m going to miss you. It’s unacceptable”😘

He started to laugh. “I have a new job.”

Then somebody mentioned his wife. Johnny’s smile vanished, his expression clouded. He sat down.

He hasn’t been the same since he returned to Canada with his wife.


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