Derek froze, sweat dripping from his brow.
What to say?
“Don’t go all shy on me now, boy. That is no way to impress a woman. And I got all dolled up for and all. If you don’t play nice, that would be very bad for you.”
She spoke with a smile that Derek would once have found alluring. He grimaced.
“Come on. Spit it out. I don’t have all night.”
Derek looks around at the mostly empty coffee shop, wishing he had never taken the break. “Ok, she said that they would be close to the moon at some point soon.”
Diane’s eyes suddenly widened. “Interesting, I didn’t know. Are the two of you having a meet-up by any chance? Maybe something romantic?”
Derek sighs. “We’ve never met, and probably never will.”
“I might not be so sure of that.” Diane grins.
Derek wonders what she means by this. His heart beats faster.
“Go on, back to your job, Derek. I can’t have such a good asset being late and potentially sacked.”
Derek nods and drives his wheelchair away, relaxing only when he’s sure there is a good distance between them. The monotony of work is what he needs now.
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