[DURING] ... time to forget
Every day, at one-thirty in the afternoon, Annie went to the cafeteria to get lunch. It wasn't so that she could see Webb getting his lunch, it just so happened that she did. In fact, while they'd dated, it had been a happy coincidence: thirty minutes of together time. After they'd broken up, she often left the lunch area as soon as he entered it just to avoid the confrontation.
One day, he wasn't there, so she stayed the full hour. Two days passed, then three, then a week. At the end of the second week, she was worried, but would have never said so. When the third week started and he still wasn't there, she was upset. Not that she hadn't seen him, not really, but she WAS a little worried and there was no one to talk to.
Coming back to her desk one afternoon near the end of the third week, she tossed her purse into her desk and slammed the drawer. As soon as it slammed, she looked around to make sure that no one had heard it and then, feeling both guilty and stupid, she tried to focus on her computer screen.
She needed to forget about Clayton Webb. Now.
One day, he wasn't there, so she stayed the full hour. Two days passed, then three, then a week. At the end of the second week, she was worried, but would have never said so. When the third week started and he still wasn't there, she was upset. Not that she hadn't seen him, not really, but she WAS a little worried and there was no one to talk to.
Coming back to her desk one afternoon near the end of the third week, she tossed her purse into her desk and slammed the drawer. As soon as it slammed, she looked around to make sure that no one had heard it and then, feeling both guilty and stupid, she tried to focus on her computer screen.
She needed to forget about Clayton Webb. Now.