Booked

I love a woman. I say goodbye to her and tell her I love her. On the train to work, she is there. I ask her what she is doing on the train, since she usually stays home during the day. She tells me she doesn’t know what I am talking about. I love this woman. I tell her to stop following me, and touch her arm. She gives me her number, and tells me that she is going to a party tomorrow. When I go to the office she is there. I tell her I love her again, and she immediately complains that I didn’t call her last night. I promise to come visit her that night. During my lunch break, I go to get a sandwich and she is there, working behind the counter. I tell her I love her and that I see her everywhere and that I would like a big sandwich. She laughs, and I give her twenty dollars and tell her to meet me for a drink after work. She agrees. Back in the office she is there again. She has just started work part-time to pay off her student loans. I tell her to drop by my office in an hour, because I used to work for a bank and know a way to defer the interest charges. I’ll see her in an hour, then after work for a drink, then when I get home, then later that night, and again tomorrow night at a party.