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wondering if you would help me find one that would
fit,” I said, and he looked around for an empty chair and he found
one and took a seat next to me. For the next several minutes, we
sat there looking for a suitable font. We tried serious fonts like Snell Roundhand, Hoefler Text and Century . We tried
some not so serious, like Cooper Black and Gill Sans .
Hell, we even tried Comic Sans and Zapfino . Truth be
told, I had tried all of these the night before, but I didn't want
to tell him. We had such fun laughing at the ridiculous, obviously
inappropriate fonts. After a few more attempts, he finally came up
with an idea.
    “You know what, why don’t I just make you a
font… that is, if you trust me with that task,” Charles said.
    “Of course I trust you. I’d love for you to
make something as pretty as the one you made for your friend, but I
couldn’t ask you to do that. That's too much trouble,” I
protested.
    “Nah, no trouble at all. I love making fonts
and it would be good practice, “ he insisted.
    “Well, only if you’re sure it won’t be any
trouble.”
    “None whatsoever. When’s this due?”
    “In two days.”
    “Two days. Got it. I’ll work on this as soon
as I get home tonight. I already have some ideas for it,” he said.
He was much more enthusiastic about this project than I thought he
would be. He was so cute in his enthusiasm. But I felt bad once
more.
    “You know, on second thought, it’s too much
to ask for. I can’t have you…”
    “Katherine, I was one the who suggested it,
right? Right?”
    He was right.
    “Look, if you feel that bad about it, you can
pay me for my service with a drink. Tonight,” Charles said. I
wasn’t sure if he was asking me out on a date, or just offering
something as a joke to shut me up.
    “What?”
    “Tonight. Let’s hit up a bar. I just moved to
this part of town recently. You must know the area better than I
do,” he said, and I was sort of speechless. I looked around for
help. I looked at Sarah, who stared at me and gave me another
thumbs up. I’m not sure if it was because she had heard his
invitation or not, but if she hadn’t, her timing was perfect. I
looked towards Christy, and judging by the disapproving, jealous
scowl on her face as she looked at me, she had most definitely
heard him. She mouthed the words “You lucky bitch” very slowly to
me so that I was able to see every word clearly. It looked like I
had no one to help me but myself, so I made a hasty decision.
    “Um… ok. Yeah, I know some places,”
    “Then it’s settled. A drink in exchange for
my services,” he said as he stuck out his hand for a shake. His
grip was firm, yet gentle. I started to wonder if that was at all
indicative of his love making techniques.
    …
    MUST. STAY. PROFESSIONAL.
     
     
    Payment For “Services”
     
    The day went on at a crawl. I kept watching
the clock, like I was in elementary school waiting for the school
bell to ring signaling when I could get the hell out of there and
go catch a drink with the popular guy in class. And you know what
they say about that, the more you look, the slower it goes.
    It was tough to get through my work. I
couldn’t focus on any tasks; I kept peering at him from behind my
computer like a little girl with a crush, and I was disgusted with
myself for feeling that way. I was twenty-three, not twelve. And
the reason I was infatuated was equally as silly. It was all purely
looks at that point. I didn’t know his personality yet. How shallow
was I? I’m not a man. Men are that shallow. Not a strong woman like
myself. I was able to look past things like that and focus purely
on personality. Yep. That’s exactly what I kept telling myself
every time I looked at his tight, firm ass in those blue jeans of
his.
    Professionalism had all been thrown out of
the window by the end of the day.
    5 o’clock had finally rolled around and
Charles came around to my desk.
    “So, ready for that drink?” he asked me.
    “Yeah,