The weekend I spent on my couch. My mood vacillated between self-pity, anger, burgeoning optimism, sadness. Fittingly, the weather had changed. The sky had caught us, it rained again and again. The temperatures had fallen.
the night with Tom, I had been so often repeated in my mind, turned around and viewed from all sides that it seemed very unreal. I felt like I had only dreamed of. In itself, all was not bad, but still proceed.
When I woke up Monday morning I felt like after a bad dream. But I knew it was different. That made me feel not just simply put all day even in the bones would rather deal with the situation that I would have to continue. Today, Tom would come back into the agency and I had not talked with him again. How should I behave towards him? Should I pretend as if nothing happened? Should I ask him how he was doing? Whether he had spoken to Bee? Should I offer him my help at all? Or apologize? I just knew not.
I shuddered in front of it to get up. When the day was already over but only! Then I would know at least where I could hire me the next few weeks. The work at the agency gave me lately not as much fun as at the beginning. When working with Tom now be tiring by this stupid mistake would be not just beneficial.
an hour later I was on my way into the agency. In the coffee shop next to the subway station, I got myself a coffee and walked the last meters to the agency. Where there was already busy with activity. But Tom was not there.
No sooner had I read in the first project, I heard his voice on the Corridor. My heart stopped for a moment. Los Sady, eyes and go. I went over to Tom's office.
"Hey."
"Hey ..." Tom looked up. No smile on his lips.
We were silent for us.
"Um, Jasmin said you'd care to up my things. Thank you. Do you have time this afternoon? Then we can make the transfer. "
We did so as if nothing had happened. I had wished that it were so. That was the easiest of all alternatives. Just act as if Tom did not come to me last week. Then we could still be friends. But now I realized I just could not. I could not act as an ob I wish I had talk about it with Tom.
"Yes, I have time."
"Prima. I'll set an appointment. "Tom looked back on his screen was suddenly very busy. I swallowed hard, turned around and sent me to leave. In the door I turned around again.
"Tom?" He looked up.
"Yes?"
"Due Thursday -"
"Sady. There is nothing more to say. "Toms tone became sharper. So I did not know him. I raised an eyebrow.
"Okay ... Maybe not here, but ... "
" No, Sady. It was a mistake and I will not talk about it. "anger sprang up in me.
"Yes, but I might."
"No."
"Tom," I took a step into his office and closed the door. "It was a mistake, yes. But we both have committed. And then you can not alone decide how we handle it. "
" You can not. "
" But ... "
Tom got up, opened the door.
"Sady, it is better if you leave now."
the night with Tom, I had been so often repeated in my mind, turned around and viewed from all sides that it seemed very unreal. I felt like I had only dreamed of. In itself, all was not bad, but still proceed.
When I woke up Monday morning I felt like after a bad dream. But I knew it was different. That made me feel not just simply put all day even in the bones would rather deal with the situation that I would have to continue. Today, Tom would come back into the agency and I had not talked with him again. How should I behave towards him? Should I pretend as if nothing happened? Should I ask him how he was doing? Whether he had spoken to Bee? Should I offer him my help at all? Or apologize? I just knew not.
I shuddered in front of it to get up. When the day was already over but only! Then I would know at least where I could hire me the next few weeks. The work at the agency gave me lately not as much fun as at the beginning. When working with Tom now be tiring by this stupid mistake would be not just beneficial.
an hour later I was on my way into the agency. In the coffee shop next to the subway station, I got myself a coffee and walked the last meters to the agency. Where there was already busy with activity. But Tom was not there.
No sooner had I read in the first project, I heard his voice on the Corridor. My heart stopped for a moment. Los Sady, eyes and go. I went over to Tom's office.
"Hey."
"Hey ..." Tom looked up. No smile on his lips.
We were silent for us.
"Um, Jasmin said you'd care to up my things. Thank you. Do you have time this afternoon? Then we can make the transfer. "
We did so as if nothing had happened. I had wished that it were so. That was the easiest of all alternatives. Just act as if Tom did not come to me last week. Then we could still be friends. But now I realized I just could not. I could not act as an ob I wish I had talk about it with Tom.
"Yes, I have time."
"Prima. I'll set an appointment. "Tom looked back on his screen was suddenly very busy. I swallowed hard, turned around and sent me to leave. In the door I turned around again.
"Tom?" He looked up.
"Yes?"
"Due Thursday -"
"Sady. There is nothing more to say. "Toms tone became sharper. So I did not know him. I raised an eyebrow.
"Okay ... Maybe not here, but ... "
" No, Sady. It was a mistake and I will not talk about it. "anger sprang up in me.
"Yes, but I might."
"No."
"Tom," I took a step into his office and closed the door. "It was a mistake, yes. But we both have committed. And then you can not alone decide how we handle it. "
" You can not. "
" But ... "
Tom got up, opened the door.
"Sady, it is better if you leave now."
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