you made me lose my self control
( @hrutherford )
[Henry, hello. The Rutherford’s brand identity that we’ve talked about has just arrived. Would you like to discuss them in person or would you rather I just sent them to your e-mail account? x Alexandra.]
Alex stared at her phone’s screen for an extra minute before she let out a defeatist sigh. She had sent that text to Henry a little past lunch, earlier on that day and still hadn’t received a response. Although she would completely understand if Henry needed to take some time away from her, but her mother had always taught her to be a professional first and foremost. She had committed not only her name, but also, the graphic designers’ names when she suggested her agency could work on Rutherford’s new identity, so of course she would redirect things to Henry once she received them. However, seeing as her ex hadn’t even looked at his phone ever since she had sent him the text, the only thing that Alexandra could conclude, was that he was avoiding her. Once again, she wouldn’t blame him if he was, she was just hoping he wasn’t.
Ever since their break up, for each day she got to spend at the agency Alexandra would be the first to get in and the last to leave, because it was easier to focus on her job, than to admit to herself that she was upset. No, scratch that--she wasn’t upset. She was sad.
Alexandra turned off her computer and got up from her chair. She had just grabbed her jacket when she saw him standing by her door, making her heart skip a beat the second she recognized him, and now, looking at Henry, she definitely wouldn’t blame him for ignoring her (if he was ignoring her), because all she wanted to do was to close the distance between them and kiss him. Those kisses they used to share that would steal the air from her lungs. “Henry, hi.” She offered him a smile as she folded her jacket over her arms, standing tall in her six-inch heels that made her almost reach his height. “I didn’t think you were coming. I--” She chuckled, feeling like a teenager again and unable to remove the smile from her lips, because even though it hurt that they were not together, she was too damn happy that he was there. “Hi... It’s good to see you.”
