Alison tapped on the frosted door to the doctor’s office, one hand cupped around her eyes as she tried to peek in. Normal office hours were over for the day, so the door was locked. She couldn’t help but question if she had the date or time right. She knocked again, this time a little louder, wondering if everyone was gone would she inadvertently set off a security alarm. Not wanting to find out and try to explain to the police what was going on, she left. Halfway down the empty hall, her footsteps echoing embarrassingly loud, she heard her name.
Turning, Alison saw a nurse showing a pharm rep out of the office, then beckoning her back.
“Sorry about that. We had to lock up before anyone else wandered in. Dr.
Alison hummed quietly to herself as she pushed the book truck back to its spot next to the circulation desk. The sight of it being empty was her favorite thing at work, second only to the stacks being in order and the books uniform at the edge of the shelves. Not that either was likely to stay that way for long.
She smiled warmly at the patron making his way to the desk with an armload of books. As always when one approached, it seemed that others followed in droves. Both sides of the desk were suddenly busy and she heard the familiar thunk of books sliding into the night drop. That usually meant one thing–the books were overdue and it was easier to return that way in the middle of the day than come inside and be reminded of the fine.
Even while performing slam poetry about, ‘Boy Meets World.
With Kevin, who I met in Soc class back in 2012. He and I share the same birthday, which is kind of funny, but I’m pretty sure he’s a few years older than me–maybe 4 at the most? Even though he doesn’t act like it. It’s weird–I’m getting mixed vibes. He went from ‘big brother’ to ‘maybe something more’ and back again. Problem is, I don’t know if I want that ‘something more’. I know he’s attracted–and attractive–but I’m still ambivalent about this whole dating thing. And I think that’s more on me than on him. Don’t know how to change it though, or again, if I would want to.
We’re supposed to meet up again for coffee next Tuesday. I guess I’ll see how things go.
I STILL can’t believe it. All that hype, and they made it look ridiculously easy. I have never been so excited for football season in my LIFE. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if Dad were here still, but I know he has the best seats in the house, wherever he his.