Chapter 16

Emma

It was a perfect day for moving. Spring was now wholly upon us, and the entire block was filled with the sweet scent of blooming cherry blossoms from the trees lining the avenue. I took it as a good sign, a welcome omen of things to come. Moving into my new apartment was a huge step for me. I couldn’t wait to have the entire space to myself.

“Can we go furniture shopping after this?” Willow asked, dropping the third and only box of my belongings onto the living room floor. “It’s looking a little bare in here.”

I’d started collecting housewares in the last couple of weeks before moving out of Willow’s, since I didn’t own any plates or cutlery or really anything of my own. Apart from these small bits and pieces, I had absolutely nothing to fill the little apartment.

“That might not be a bad idea,” I replied, leaning against the wall and surveying the space. “I think a bed is a bigger priority though. I wouldn’t mind not sleeping on the floor tonight.”

Willow laughed, “Maybe we should make a list. You’re probably going to need some food at some point too.”

My stomach gave a woeful grumble, and I checked the time on my phone. It was just after four pm, which meant it was close enough to dinner time.

“Should we order something in for tonight?” I asked. “My treat.”

Willow nodded enthusiastically. “We should start investigating which is the best Thai place in the area.”

Since I didn’t particularly like Thai, I figured this was because Willow intended to come over lots. I was glad, since I knew I’d start to get lonely pretty quickly when she left.

Willow pulled out her phone and started Googling madly, while I started pulling things out of the boxes and assigning them homes. Since I didn’t have any furniture, the only place I could really put things was either the cabinets in the kitchen and bathroom or the closet, but I was determined to make it work. It was only Saturday, so I had all the rest of tonight and tomorrow to run out and grab some furniture to make this place more of a home. I was already pretty happy here, and couldn’t wait to see what it would look like once I’d given it a more personal touch.

“I found a place!” Willow announced, coming into the kitchen a couple minutes later. I’d been hanging a dish towel over the oven handle, and turned when she entered. There wasn’t much space in the kitchen with Willow and I in there at once. Good to know for hosting dinner parties.

“How did you find it so quickly?” I asked. Willow could be very picky when it came to her take out.

“I have a friend in the area who recommended it.” Lowering her voice, as if that friend might be listening, she added, “Though I’m reserving my judgement. It could be crap.”

“Whatever,” I said, laughing. “I just want some food. Order me some pad Thai and let’s get this show on the road.”

Willow saluted me and walked out of the kitchen. I went back to my towel, straightening it until it hung perfectly, with no corner out of place. Things wouldn’t always be so pristine here, but for now they were perfect.

Willow finished ordering and came back into the kitchen a moment later to give me the ETA. Then she and I went to continue unpacking in the living room.

“You should have scheduled some furniture deliveries for today,” she said. “We could’ve had this place filled up in no time.”

“I thought about it,” I said. “I just haven’t had the time to look. Things have been busy at work.”

Willow stopped what she was doing and looked over at me out of the corner of her eye. “Oh yeah?”

I knew she’d been resisting the urge to ask me about Max every day since I’d ended things with him. I’d given her the bare facts of the evening, but held back on some of the more sordid details. She didn’t need to know that I’d come all over his fingers in the back of the limo on the way home. I wanted to keep that to myself. Especially since I still masturbated to the thought of it sometimes, even though I knew it was a bad idea.

“It’s just a busy time of year for us I guess,” I replied.

I’d known that Willow had been at her breaking point for a while now, but I’d been putting off the inevitable. I could put it off no longer.

“Emma, you’re killing me!” she said, tossing the tea towel onto the floor. “What is going on with you and Max? Or what isn’t going on? Isn’t it hard working alongside someone whose tongue was down your throat only a couple of weeks ago?”

For someone who spent most of her days around small children, Willow certainly didn’t act like it. I didn’t mind this confrontation as much now as I would have back when I first ended things. I’d been more cut up about it than I let on, and maybe part of me wished that Max would make more of a fuss. It was stupid, I know, but losing him before I’d even gotten him properly in the first place had hurt like hell. It might have helped if he’d have fought me on it a little more.

“Max is a perfect gentleman,” I said. “We don’t talk about what happened. We’re both adults about it.”

“Adults?” Willow scoffed. “Pretending like it never happened isn’t being adult about it.”

“What would you suggest? Ignoring him for the rest of my life? You know it’s complicated. Pretending it never happened is the only way we can continue our professional working relationship.”

“I guess I just don’t understand the point of ending things in the first place.” She picked up the tea towel and refolded it, setting it gently on top of the other few in the box. “I thought you liked him. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It was bound to sting a little,” I replied.

It hurts like hell, is what I wanted to say. Being so close to him and yet not being able to have him is one of the most frustrating and disheartening experiences I’ve ever had.

Willow rolled her eyes, clearly not believing my assertion that it only stung a little. She could read me like a large-print newspaper, so that didn’t surprise me. I was more surprised that she had such an opinion on the matter in the first place.

“I thought you’d be happy about this,” I said. “Everything’s gone back to being professional. We tried it, it didn’t work. The timing just wasn’t right. End of story.”

Willow thrust her hands in the air. “So what if the timing’s not right?”

I opened my mouth to list off the other reasons, but Willow waved it back closed.

“No, listen up for a sec, okay?” She grabbed me by the shoulders, staring deep into my eyes. One thing I wouldn’t miss from living on my own was how touchy she could be.

“Max isn’t Lance. They’re not even slightly comparable. One of them is a good guy with a good job who has been nothing but nice to you, and the other is a literal pile of shit with a face.”

Again, how did she work with kids all day?

“It doesn’t matter if they’re not the same person,” I sighed. “And anyway, I’ve missed my chance. Even if I changed my mind—which I haven’t—what’s the point of rocking the boat? Things have been good at work and I would only make things weird by changing my mind.”

I hadn’t changed my mind about the Max issue, but I also hadn’t fully accepted it yet. I just wished there was another way things could work between us. He was everything that I wanted—smart, funny, successful, attractive. And I knew him to be a good guy, too. Being around him every day only made me want him more, but I couldn’t let myself go there. There was too much keeping us apart. He was my boss, I was just getting out of a relationship, and did I mention that he was my boss?

“I still think you’re crazy,” Willow said. “But hey, I can’t stop you from living your life the way you want. But let me tell you, that’s the kind of man I’d eat some meat for, if you catch my drift.”

I made a disgusted face and shook my head. “You’re one of a kind, Willow Nelson.”

“You know it.”

The buzzer for the front door rang, and Willow jumped up. “You go get the food,” she said. “I’ll uncork the wine I brought.”

“You brought wine?” I asked.

She shrugged, smirking. “Don’t I always? You better drink it or I’ll force some kombucha down your throat next time you’re over.”

“Say no more.” I rose to my feet and went to the buzzer. “Hello?”

“FedEx here. I’ve got a package for a Miss Valentine?”

I frowned. It wasn’t the food at all. My curiosity was piqued though, so I buzzed him in. He arrived at the door a minute later, holding a wide, squat box. He thrust his machine out for my signature and then handed me the package. He turned to leave, and I looked at the sender to see where the parcel was coming from. All it said was that it had come from an online art store, one that I was familiar with from my time of sketching. Willow was still in the kitchen, and I wanted to know what was in here before she found out it wasn’t food and asked.

I ripped the box open and sorted through its contents. A sketch pad, some drawing pencils, some charcoal, a gum eraser. All of it was super high quality, and had clearly cost a ton. There was nothing about the person who’d sent it, except a little note on top.

Happy Housewarming.

I scowled. I knew exactly who it was from.

“That’s not food,” Willow observed from the kitchen doorway. She was holding two glasses of wine and her mouth narrowed into a pinched frown. My stomach grumbled, so I knew how she felt.

“It’s some art supplies I ordered online,” I lied.

“On a Saturday?” She crossed the room to look in the box. I made sure to shove the note off to the side where she wouldn’t see it.

“Uh, yeah. I paid extra for Saturday delivery because I thought it might be nice to do some sketching on my first weekend in the new place.”

I felt bad being dishonest to Willow, but this was something I’d like to figure out myself first. I didn’t know what to think about the unexpected present and if she knew who it came from I’d never hear the end of it.

“Cool.” Willow was still holding both glasses, and without furniture to put them down on, she couldn’t properly root through the package. “Maybe we could use the box as a table?”

I laughed, “Clearly you spend too much time with kindergarteners.”

The buzzer screamed again. I put the box down on the floor and walked over to answer it. This time it was the food.

“Food’s on the way up,” I said, turning back to Willow. She handed me a glass of wine.

“I’m proud of you, babe,” she said. “You may not be making all the same choices I would in your situation, but you’re doing a damn fine job. I can’t believe your drawing again. That’s so exciting.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s exciting for me too.”

Albeit unexpected.