The Fox and The Hound

The room had a slight chill. I sat back down at my desk, painfully aroused. I turned towards the rigging crew outside. I hadn’t yet digested everything that had happened and how I was feeling. I came to work expecting the same monotony and instead had two exciting prospects put in my sights. 

I giggled and turned towards the window. I saw J outside working but on something completely different from his rigging task. He was helping the costume designer, Claudia, carry her wardrobe racks into the trailer. Her three assistants, all perfectly capable of helping, stood around the wardrobe truck organizing. I had no reason to be upset at J offering a helping hand, but I had a very strong suspicion his motivation was not a simple act of kindness. 

Before I had time to dwell, N was at my door again. 

"How do you take your coffee?" He asked abruptly. 

"Excuse me? Coffee?" I was confused by his sudden reappearance and mentally all over the place.

Was there something I missed? My face must have expressed my confusion because he smiled kindly and sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.  

N became painfully honest, "I'm really just looking for an excuse to talk to you again." 

His green eyes glossed over with sheer vulnerability. The ball was in my court. I could decide. 

Part I Decision: At the fork in the road, does Lola accept or decline N’s coffee date?

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