The Beginning

When and how we met escapes me. I don't know the date, nor do I recall the circumstances. I know, of course that it was at work. I think you were helping me to find my feet in the new department. Not that it was a big deal to me, but hey, who doesn't love the attention?


It was that day, or soon after (I wish I could remember, I feel like I'm insulting you. It really isn't like that) we had lunch together. As we left, I asked would I see you upstairs, you replied, "I go out for lunch" so "I'll meet you outside" is what I decided.


We walked along the heaving high street, the sun dazzling. Barley able to keep up, I felt like a small child, following you along. We got half way and the chatter started. Menial words, but with a smile.


We arrived at the place you said you have lunch. I had almost missed it, it was barley visible from the street. A subterranean nook. Low ceilings. Canteen style service. A really lovely little place. As we walk along, they take your order. I say "I'm not having anything, I have no cash" (we have those cashless cards for work). What I'm thinking is *I'm pretty skint.*


Your order came. Cheese toastie, on white. With a banana milkshake. "It's what I always have. Sometimes I have lasagne." It looked delicious. Fresh, and melty.


I asked why you came here for your lunch. "It's my little place. I come here to escape and be alone." "I'm sorry." I say "I'll leave if you want." You told me not to be so silly. We laughed. We talked about all sorts. Work, Being treated as a four year old. And your boyfriend. He sounded like a nice guy.


Thus concludes The Beginning.