Quiet week, with flurries of sweetness
This week we barely did anything together. Most of our time (he visited me) was spent sleeping or driving, thanks to a two-hour nap when I had a migraine and him giving me a ride into New York City on his way back home to the Hudson Valley.
We did manage to go out together to my office, where I was mildly concerned that the otherwise extremely kind, 60s-ish woman acting as temporary editorial assistant would get freaked out when he brought me lunch. I told her, “Just so you know, my boyfriend’s coming by later to bring me lunch, so no need to worry when some random guy walks upstairs to find me.” A minute later, as I was getting water in the other room, she called after me, “Is he cute?”
“Totally cute,” I told her, and she treated him just like I imagine she would’ve treated a (hypothetical, imaginary) girlfriend of mine. I was relieved, and happy to see she was every bit as sweet as I thought she was, further proven by her making us chocolate-covered pretzels, nuts, and shaved coconut the next morning (with Ghiradelli chocolate!).
After eating lunch in the break room (he brought me pizza), I took him down to the candy shop where I spend appalling amounts of money every week on chocolate-covered pretzels and graham crackers. The owner, who’s come to know me as something of a regular, didn’t seem fazed in the slightest to learn that this was the person I bought a chocolate-covered strawberry for on Valentine’s Day, and she was every bit as cheery (and amused at the gluttony of her surprisingly skinny customer) as always.