waver, finale

just as i was wondering what to write about today, i hear the door slam and the waver appears at my desk.

please see waver, part i and waver, part ii for backstory.

with an iced green tea from the tea garden in hand.

sweating in its tightly sealed plastic case, a lovely celadon color, the straw had not even punctured the top, the tea was a delicious sight.

thank you!

i couldn't just bring you any tea, he said, i wanted it to be from someplace nice, so i went to the tea garden and asked to see their best black and best green teas. and i picked green.

good choice! i told him it was my last day.

i asked him whom he was going to wave to when i was gone. he said he's not going to wave at all.

and then.....[wait for it]

he asked if he could take me out for a celebratory lunch.*

i politely said that i didn't know him and fumbled around a bit.

i have a hard time letting nice guys down. he's harmless, so what? with unsavory fellows, i have no problem saying, 'sorry, i have a boyfriend.' but for some reason i felt caught off guard and i couldn't say anything at all. dumb!

don't get me wrong, i love the bf. he is fabulous. i am very much in love. i am just an idiot. i know i'll probably be kicking myself for this one. oh well. i'll never have to see him again.

after the door slams shut i hear the familiar chair wheels of duff rolling to see me. i hold up one finger without turning around as i simultaneously read an email message from her titled: OMG and reads: IS THAT THE WAVER????

fin.

*if this counts as asking me out, then i have just lost a bet to the bf. i don't know what the terms are, but i have a suspicion i won't like it.