Yeah. It could fly.
Because thinking shitty thoughts about even shittier app ideas was still better than thinking about Blaze Hanson.
And how he’d had his mouth all over her sex. Even if her panties were in the way. And no, she didn’t think about his mouth all weekend. No, she didn’t have to tuck herself into bed after her failed date and ease the frustration with her fingers. The only reason she thought about the incident at all, was because she was trying to work out how she was going to look Blaze in the eye ever again.
Or any of her fellow employees.
She was still worrying about it, her pulse point nearly jumping out of her skin, her heart rattling around in her chest, her stomach sloshing all over the place, when Margo spotted her and made a break down the hall to trap Colette in the break room where she was tucking her lunch bag into the fridge.
Margo, who was normally fairly composed, given that she worked in accounting and had the world’s most boring job- her very words- looked like she’d just been entrusted with one hell of a secret and was dying to blurt it. Her palm hovered near her lips, as though she could keep the secret jammed inside.
Margo was one of those people that never seemed to age. She was in her early thirties, no boyfriend, no kids, two cats at home, but she looks like a cross between a teenager- with her vibrant yellow sweater and red plaid skirt, paired with canvas flats, and an 1800’s spinster, due to her hair and her old school glasses.
She had mousy brown hair that was naturally curly and never quite tamed. It usually puffed out around her head like an ominous, unruly cloud of dust kicked up on a dry back road. Her big brown eyes were wide and luminous behind her cat eyeglasses. She literally looked like a cat who just ate its owner’s favorite bird and was bursting at the seams.
“What?” Colette spun around to face Margo after she jammed her lunch bag into the already bursting fridge.
She’d timed everything perfectly to make sure she didn’t show up early to work. She was right on time, but that meant that everyone else was already there and the one fridge in the break room really wasn’t enough for everyone. It was lucky she could even get the door closed.
Margo made a muffled sound behind her jammed up lips.
Colette nearly fisted her hands and slammed them to her hips in impatience. “What? Come on, Margo? What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a cross between a ghost and something gross. I don’t even know what that is at the moment, but seriously, you’re scaring me. Were you watching those videos about animals giving birth again? Because I told you to stop that. They’re scary. I can’t believe people post those things online. Barf.”
“No!” Margo’s thick eyebrows swiveled together underneath the thick frame of her glasses.
Her forehead wrinkled up like a prune. She stalked over and grabbed Colette by the upper arm so hard that she let out a squeak of surprise. She was too stunned not to let Margo drag her over to the coffee maker, like they were going to get a cup of early morning java to kick start their butts into creative gear for the day, not like they were bending their heads to whisper about some illicit secret.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Margo hissed under her breath. “I thought we were friends. You should have told me. Now everyone knows. It’s definitely out. You’re probably going to get bombarded today.”
“What?” Colette asked as she shook Margo’s hand off her arm.
She stared down at her friend, the one real friend that she had at HBAD. Everyone else was okay, decent even, but she knew that deep down, a lot of people were jealous of her getting a good position when she was barely out of high school and had no real experience, at least in their books. People were civil, but it never really ran any deeper than that. Margo was the one person who’d always been kind to Colette, probably because she didn’t have many friends of her own, in or out of work.
The whole crazy cat lady, bookish nerdy accountant thing Margo had going on likely deterred a lot of people who couldn’t see past her boring exterior to the heart of gold that lay within. Colette wasn’t one of those people. Margo befriended her on her first day of work and made her feel at home. They’d eaten lunch together every single day for years. Sometimes they even hung out outside of work.
Truthfully, Margo’s cats were pretty cool. And she had a wicked green thumb. Her apartment was overflowing with plants, all contained in little garden type structures so that her cats couldn’t eat them. She also had a killer collection of vinyl, was a mean bowler, and knew of the best comedy spots and used bookstores in the city. She loved to thrift and antique, and all of that was right up Colette’s alley.