I Watched, I Let It Burn

I just had the best day at work. I stood around and talked nonsense with the POS girls and then, during my break, I walked in and found R indulging in a Hungry Jacks sundae. We talked for yonkers and it was so comfortable and amazing.

We talked about medicine, his trip to Japan, his niece (my ovaries were busting. He's so enamoured by his niece), all this great stuff. He's so wonderful. For most of the time, it was just him and I in there and it didn't really feel awkward at any point. We did talk about how he used to work at Dominos in Northbridge with this Russian backpacker girl that he thought was hot and tried to put the moves on... And then he winked seedily at me. In a jokey way because I said, "So, did you try to hit on her?" or something like that. And he winked. Winked. He winked. Wink wink winked.

There was a point near the start of my break where he was coming out of the side office while I sat on the couch. He kind of stopped mid-step when he saw me and my heart leaped out of my chest.

"This is it. This is it," I thought to myself because, while trying to April Fools you guys, I managed to April Fools myself into thinking it would happen this week (as I do to myself every week).

But no, he didn't say to me, "I want you so bad." Instead he said, "Do you dance?"

"Do I dance?" I said, this huge smile I reserve primarily for R (and a select few others) creeping onto my face. "Um, sometimes. Why?"
"Because I'm getting K to teach me to dance. He's like the top in the state for something or other," he said. I started laughing and then we talked about dancing for a while.

I couldn't stop smiling. I sat on the couch and he sat on this chair in front of me. Facing me. Just a few meters  apart. I was leaning forwards. He was leaning forwards. I don't know why but, whenever I have these one-on-one discussions with him, it always feel so freaking intimate and amazing. Or maybe I'm imagining things. But I love it. I love talking to him. I love seeing him smile. I love that he starts conversation with these random things.

In the words of Icona Pop, "I DON'T CARE. I LOVE IT."

J