“I like you and I want to date you.” Cecilia said it all in one breath.
Silence fell between them.
Her face turned red as she waited for him to respond.
Maybe he didn’t understand.
Maybe I should repeat myself. But that would make me sound desperate.
The sudden silence between them didn’t last long.
He ran his hand through his hair in that way she had long admired. “Umm.” She loved the way his hair spiked in between his fingers. “I appreciate the…the…umm…sentiments.”
Her face burned as she guessed where he was going with this awkward train of thought.
“But.” His hand arced back to his side. “I already have a girlfriend. She means everything to me. I couldn’t possibly. I.”
Cecilia couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. She focused on the calendar on his office wall. A boat floundered hopelessly in the picture for that month.
I should have known.
I should have guessed.
“I’m sorry, Cecilia. I love her. I’m gonna be honest with you: I’m planning to marry her. I just need to—”
She held out her hand in the universal halt gesture. “Stop. Just stop. I don’t want to hear anymore.”
I should have know that someone like him would obviously have someone else.
“Don’t be.” She returned her gaze to his face. “I’m going to go back to my cubicle now. Bye.”