suit and glasses. “I’ve been thinking,” Miles cleared his throat, coming back into the bathroom.
Paige was brushing her hair at the mirror and she turned to him, always wanting to make eye contact, “About what?”
“Maybe we should move in together. Like soon,” he said, tying his tie.
“In the city?”
“Yeah. Is that a problem?”
Paige put down her brush by the sink. “No, it’s just…look, I do want to live with you one day, but I just don’t know how I would feel about living in the city. It’s always busy and it smells.
I’m pretty sure that I’d get lost and you’d having missing posters up.”
Miles finished wrestling with his tie, then wrapped his arms around her waist. “I was hoping we could start to talk about it sometime this week.”
Paige nodded, “Sure, why not.”
They kissed. Miles continued kissing her all over, making her giggle. “What would I do without you, Paige?”
“Be forever alone,” she joked.
Miles sat in a train car by himself, watching as New York City grew closer and expanded before his eyes. Thoughts jumbled around in his head as he tried to think of a place he and Paige could eventually move to. She lived in Mamaroneck while he lived on the Upper East Side of Madison Avenue in the city. The ideal place would be to move somewhere in between where he worked, and close enough to where she currently is living—so she could visit family without the hassle of trains, buses and taxis. Last time Paige rode in a taxi, the driver babbled nonstop about how Ebola would be the end of the world and how she should go to Church every Sunday to be protected by God. Never again did she plan to take any means of public transportation.
He wasn’t too sure on the plan yet himself. In time he would have it figured out. Anything to make her happy. Even if it meant for him to move down there and travel back and forth to work.
By 9 a.m., Miles was a block away from the building—running late was usual for him when he spent the night at Paige’s place. He squeezed through the over-populated street, up to the stairs. He took two steps up, then paused. He turned to the hot red Viper parked along the curb.
His boss’ car.
Miles grinned. One day he would have the money to get one himself. A frown knocked away his grin, along with his hopes of getting one any time soon.
As the Head Software Engineer for five years, he—like most employees—felt like soon he would be…or should be, getting a bigger raise.
He entered the lobby.
“Morning, Bob, how was your vacation?” Miles asked Bob, the security guard—who he highly thought resembled the actor from Mall Cop.
“It was alright. The wife drove me nuts though,” he laughed, “made me catch up on a ton of house work.”
Miles chuckled, “Well, ain’t that something? First vacation in forever—literally—and you’re stuck doing work.
“Right? That crazy bitch is going to give me an aneurysm one day…”
“Any news around the office, besides that mustache you’re growing?”
“Yeah, about that…I hear your boss is looking for you. He seems really pissed about something. So if I were you I’d stay away from him.”
“Man…here we go again.” Miles blew air out of his mouth. “Wonder what it’ll be this time. He can be a hot-head.” Miles tried to laugh, “I guess that raise will have to wait. I’ll catch you later, Bob. Thanks for the heads up.”
“No problem, see you later.” Bob called out to him as Miles began walking down the hall.
“Miles?” Miles turned around. “Good luck.”
Miles gave a thumbs up as he entered the elevator.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
2:00 a.m.
The bar was located in Times Square and more unreasonably packed than usual. Music blasted on the jukebox, single guys hitting on single women, a bar fight or two before being broken up.
He was at the far end playing pool with Bryan.
“So, Bryan, I got some news.” Miles pulled out a diamond ring from his
Paige was brushing her hair at the mirror and she turned to him, always wanting to make eye contact, “About what?”
“Maybe we should move in together. Like soon,” he said, tying his tie.
“In the city?”
“Yeah. Is that a problem?”
Paige put down her brush by the sink. “No, it’s just…look, I do want to live with you one day, but I just don’t know how I would feel about living in the city. It’s always busy and it smells.
I’m pretty sure that I’d get lost and you’d having missing posters up.”
Miles finished wrestling with his tie, then wrapped his arms around her waist. “I was hoping we could start to talk about it sometime this week.”
Paige nodded, “Sure, why not.”
They kissed. Miles continued kissing her all over, making her giggle. “What would I do without you, Paige?”
“Be forever alone,” she joked.
Miles sat in a train car by himself, watching as New York City grew closer and expanded before his eyes. Thoughts jumbled around in his head as he tried to think of a place he and Paige could eventually move to. She lived in Mamaroneck while he lived on the Upper East Side of Madison Avenue in the city. The ideal place would be to move somewhere in between where he worked, and close enough to where she currently is living—so she could visit family without the hassle of trains, buses and taxis. Last time Paige rode in a taxi, the driver babbled nonstop about how Ebola would be the end of the world and how she should go to Church every Sunday to be protected by God. Never again did she plan to take any means of public transportation.
He wasn’t too sure on the plan yet himself. In time he would have it figured out. Anything to make her happy. Even if it meant for him to move down there and travel back and forth to work.
By 9 a.m., Miles was a block away from the building—running late was usual for him when he spent the night at Paige’s place. He squeezed through the over-populated street, up to the stairs. He took two steps up, then paused. He turned to the hot red Viper parked along the curb.
His boss’ car.
Miles grinned. One day he would have the money to get one himself. A frown knocked away his grin, along with his hopes of getting one any time soon.
As the Head Software Engineer for five years, he—like most employees—felt like soon he would be…or should be, getting a bigger raise.
He entered the lobby.
“Morning, Bob, how was your vacation?” Miles asked Bob, the security guard—who he highly thought resembled the actor from Mall Cop.
“It was alright. The wife drove me nuts though,” he laughed, “made me catch up on a ton of house work.”
Miles chuckled, “Well, ain’t that something? First vacation in forever—literally—and you’re stuck doing work.
“Right? That crazy bitch is going to give me an aneurysm one day…”
“Any news around the office, besides that mustache you’re growing?”
“Yeah, about that…I hear your boss is looking for you. He seems really pissed about something. So if I were you I’d stay away from him.”
“Man…here we go again.” Miles blew air out of his mouth. “Wonder what it’ll be this time. He can be a hot-head.” Miles tried to laugh, “I guess that raise will have to wait. I’ll catch you later, Bob. Thanks for the heads up.”
“No problem, see you later.” Bob called out to him as Miles began walking down the hall.
“Miles?” Miles turned around. “Good luck.”
Miles gave a thumbs up as he entered the elevator.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
2:00 a.m.
The bar was located in Times Square and more unreasonably packed than usual. Music blasted on the jukebox, single guys hitting on single women, a bar fight or two before being broken up.
He was at the far end playing pool with Bryan.
“So, Bryan, I got some news.” Miles pulled out a diamond ring from his
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