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The cafeteria was full, but I was hungry. The office was busy. Tax season again. Longer hours and I needed the pay. My fiancé and I were planning a wedding next spring. The more funds we could put together, the better. We both worked at the same financial firm. A medium sized company in a large skyscraper downtown. Once or twice a week we would meet for lunch in the cafeteria, or go to a local café. It wasn’t exactly romantic, and that was ok with me. It was a break worth looking forward to each time. The more we spent together, the longer I worked, the more I wanted to spend my life with him. Until one day. Trevor and I were to meet around noon in the cafeteria. He was working on a file that consumed a lot of his time. I waited until I received a text from him, ten minutes into lunch. “Sorry babe, I can’t make it to lunch. I have to wrap up this account today. Deadline is soon. Love you.” I shrugged to myself, knowing how busy he usually was. Then, I stood in the line up at the cafeteria with my tray, scanning the lunch specials. Trevor was a real catch and I was a lucky woman to have him, I thought. Who else wouldn’t want to marry a successful investor with financial stability and a romantic side? Tall, tanned, athletic built. Silvery blue eyes and dark chestnut hair. He was the best man in the world. The line was moving slowly, so I checked my phone messages. There was another text. From Amber, one of my friends and co-workers. She was a curvy, bubbly redhead that sat in the cubicle kolej escort next to mine. We often shared laughs and jokes in between calls. It was a nice break from the monotony of working in the customer service department. I read her message. “Look behind you. Outside the window on the street.” There were a lot of people obstructing my view, so I poked my head around, eager to see something. I responded: “What is it?” “Trevor. Look!” I left my tray on the ledge, asking an older man behind me if he wouldn’t mind keeping my place. He gladly accepted. I ran outside and saw something I wished I hadn’t. It was Trevor with Mandy. A petite, raven-haired beauty that was his administrative assistant. They were skipping out the lunch. She literally skipped with her walk, in her usual snug-fitting short skirt and translucent blouse. I wanted to scream. Cry. They were walking away from me, and didn’t notice my burning glare of anger. How could he blatantly lie to me? I balled my fists and stormed inside, choking back my tears. Swallowing hard, I resumed my place in line, sliding forward an inch as the line moved ahead. “Is everything ok?” the man behind me asked. He looked about forty-five. His hair was salt-and-pepper. He dressed formal, appearing uptight and stiff, as if to keep a steady composure and business-only stature. “It’s nothing. Just personal issues I guess.” I decided to leave it at that, to not engage any further. “That’s alright. There’s no sihhiye escort bayan need to explain. You just seemed… worried, upset. Not the same as before you dashed away a moment ago.” I sighed, suddenly feeling the urge to disappear and leave the cafeteria. “It sure is busy here today.” I nodded. Then he added: “You want to go somewhere else? I know a great little restaurant not far from here. It’s by reservation only, but I know the owner. How much time do you have for lunch?” “One hour.” There was maybe forty-five minutes left, but I wasn’t about to get technical. “Good. Want to join me?” Why not? I smiled and agreed to go. The restaurant wasn’t along the main intersection, as I had expected. He walked very fast in long strides. His body was very lean and tall, even more so than Trevor. I moved faster to keep up, following his lead. He turned down a side road, which I was familiar with. It was a historic street with refurbished buildings, mixing modern styles with the early 1900s. I loved the high archways of the entrances and an upcoming cobblestone path that led to several more houses and buildings. In one of them, was a small restaurant. It was open for lunch. A handful of people were seated inside the establishment. It was much darker inside, almost like a lounge. The man I was with nodded to an older bartender behind the counter, as we took a booth. It was very spacious and we sat on opposite ends. “I really like this place,” he Escort sincan explained. “See that bartender over there? His name is Peter. Known him for years. Great guy. He always works lunch and makes sure there’s a table free, in case I want one.” “What made you decide to come here today?” I asked, realizing that he had been in the cafeteria line. “I’m Jake,” he announced, offering a handshake across the table, which I gladly accepted. “Emma.” “Nice to meet you.” I waited for him to explain. “So… I saw you in line and to be honest, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” I should have felt a creepy vibe at this moment. What I felt instead was curiosity. My fiancé’s secret rendezvous caught me off guard and I was trying to hold in a flood of emotions, and at the same time, this stranger in the office building whisked me away to this hidden place, tucked into a historic part of downtown. I was intrigued. If Trevor was going to have his fun, so was I… “Go on,” I said, leaning in, resting a hand on my chin. I had long, straight blond hair that hung well below my bra strap. It often fell over my shoulders, framing my face. My skin was pale, so I used a bit of lipstick and mascara to liven up my complexion. Trevor always encouraged me to tan, though I wasn’t keen on it. Sensitive skin never takes well too prolonged sun exposure. Sunburns were a nightmare every summer. “Well,” he continued. “I work for a marketing firm in the same building as you. You may not have noticed me before, but I have seen you a number of times with your… boyfriend?” “Fiancé,” I corrected him, not realizing it didn’t matter to me right then. “Getting married? Congratulations.” He offered his hand again. I shook is weakly with a half-smile. “Not feeling the magic today?” “I think he’s cheating on me.
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