June

Where on earth is my Mr. Hermes Grande?

Not the one from that Thursday night. Not the one of that night.

The one I met after that night.

Last week — excluding Thursday night, obviously — Mr. Grande.

Because I really prefer that version to the one currently cursing at his files like they personally abused him.

I bite my lip with a sigh and turn my head away from his office, facing my desk instead.

I can feel the stares, hear the whispers, low and smug, after the whole coffee ...