THE GROUP: http://www.polyvore.com/apple_inc/group.show?id=168483
THE GUY: Collin Burrell
THE SONG: Wasting All These Tears by Cassadee Pope
SEPTEMBER 8 | SUNDAY
Work, as usual. It has been announced that Apple will announce its' employee of the month later this week - this could include anyone, as long as they've been actively supporting their division and working vibrantly on any project.
WARNING: This is about to get craycray.
"You have to do it, man," Ryan sighed, shaking his head after taking a swig from his beer. We were in a booth at Duke of Edinburgh's waiting for some other guys from the legal department to meet up with us for a night of beer and football before work tomorrow.
I shook my head, watching my bottle become more empty with every hefty gulp. "I don't know man. It's probably not a good idea."
"The whole company thinks you two are an item anyway," he scratched the back of his neck, just above the collar of his shirt. "I think it's a good idea."
I laughed, "You also thought it would be a good idea to alphabetize those Chicago files in reverse order."
He grimaced - that stunt almost cost him his job when a senior partner was looking for a certain file and couldn't find it.
"Guys, the Saints' defense is kicking ass!" Kieran grinned, sliding into the booth with a beer in hand. "You gotta watch this game."
Ryan straightened his posture, "Nah man, we got a bigger issue here. I got TiVO but this isn't gonna wait."
"Chapman," I threatened, grinding my teeth.
Kieran sat up as well, "What's happening?"
Ryan began to explain this situation that he had fabricated between me and Sasha. He was exaggerating simple conversations and friendly smiles in passing.
"Hey ladies," Lara appeared by the booth in a black dress and her hair thrown all over her shoulders. "Why so serious?" she had a tumbler with ice and whiskey clutched in her hand.
I stood up and grabbed my wallet, laying a twenty on the table, "I've got to head back to the office to finish up some contacts before tomorrow. I'll see you guys."
Laura jutted out her bottom lip, "Do I smell bad?"
I flashed a grin at her over my shoulder before ducking out the door.
"Ryan?" I raised an eyebrow walking into the legal department. I had never seen her not wearing a dress so the sight of those legs in a pair of jeans was shocking.
She looked up from her stack of paperwork and grinned at me, "Hey, Collin! What are you doing here?"
"I have some contracts to finish before a meeting tomorrow." I looked over over one more time, trying to absorb it, "What about you?"
She looked down at her paint-splatted t-shirt, "I left some personal paperwork here, I'm just looking for it," she laughed softly, "I'm remodeling my kitchen, if you were wondering."
"Looks like a good color," I joked, unlocking the door to my office. "I'll see you around."
She nodded and I ducked into my office, flicking on the light as I passed it. I logged onto my computer and immediately pulled up the drafts of the contracts I was supposed to be working on. They were as perfect as I could make them, but the project was such a big deal I had to make sure every last detail was as good as it could be.
I plugged my phone into the speaker on my desk and turned on the Red Hot Chili Peppers, turning the volume up just enough so I could still concentrate and got right to work.
I was sure I had only been reviewing for a few minutes but I got a new text message and saw it had been nearly two hours. It was almost eight. The message was from Sasha.
"I'm in my office right now," it read, "did you leave the paperwork on my desk? I can't find it." I printed off the contracts and sprinted down the staircase to her floor.
She was standing in front of her window, looking over the print outs for the new advertising campaign for the iPhone 5.
"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing working on a Sunday?" I asked, grinning at her back.
She held up her index finger, examining the papers just one more time, before the spun around and grabbed the contracts. "I was freaking out. I thought I threw them away or ruined them or lost them-"
"They're here. Don't worry about it."
"Don't tell me what to do," she snapped.
I raised my eyebrows and sat on the edge of her desk, letting her look at the contacts before she put them on her shelf. "I'm really busy today," she looked back to the print outs, "Can you leave already?"
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at the acrylic mug she had stuffed with pens. Ink dotted the bottom of the clear cup.
She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder - her eyes glowered into my soul. "I'm just really busy-"
"Don't feed me that," I wrinkled my nose. "Something's wrong. What is it?"
She scoffed and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me up and out of her space. "Go /away/."
"I ain't leaving." I held my weight, remaining still on her desk.
She caught my eye and bit her lip, frowning exaggeratedly. Her bottom lip began to quiver and tears framed those goddamned brown eyes. Her arms fell to my shoulders, her forehead meeting them just a moment later and I heard the first sniffle.
She was crying.
Oh no, she was crying.
"Sasha," I rubbed her shoulders, "honey, come on. Tell me what's going on."
She shook her head and pulled herself closer. I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around her small frame, resting my chin on her forehead.
"I feel like everything is falling apart," she whispered through a hiccup. "I can't get it right."
My mind wandered to what Chapman had told me earlier - "Make it happen, man," he had advised me.
I pulled away and caught her chin, watching her as she looked at me with an overwhelming storm of anxiety clouding up her eyes.
I was never good with teary-eyed girls.
Especially not pretty girls.
So what else would I do?
That's what I would do.