Assisting Mr Dawson (Part 2/2)

“Just great. This is just what I needed.” He mumbles to himself as he attacks the spillage. “You know, I’ve had enough things to deal with today than to have it end w-”

Daniella braces herself for what she knows will come next. Than to have it end with a clumsy woman and her inability to hold a coffee she thinks, or something like that. She bends her head in shame.

The man stops his ranting. His irritation slowly begins to ebb away only to be replaced with an emotion he seldom feels.

“Look I’m sorry, it’s just today’s not really been a good day for me and I’m taking it out on you.”

Daniella looks up at him. His face softens as they lock eyes.

“It hasn’t been great for me either but that doesn’t excuse the fact that I should’ve been looking where I was going. I can pay for the dry cleaning bill if-”

“No really it’s fine, don’t worry about it. Let’s just call it an error on both our parts, okay?”

“No, please it would make me feel so much better if I can at least pay for it to be cleaned. I’m so embarrassed.” Daniella’s face grows hot as she fumbles through her bag looking for her purse. Hearing laughter, Daniella stops rifling through her bag and turns to him with a confused expression on her face. She was greeted with a crooked smile and a twinkle in his silvery-blue eyes. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling back.

“I take it that even if I handed you the money you wouldn’t take it, would you?”

He shakes his head.

“Really?”

He nods and chuckles again admiring her stubbornness.

“Honestly its fine. Making me laugh is payment enough, it’s been a while since I’ve done so. Thank you.”

With that Daniella sighs and closes her bag. She apologizes again but he won’t hear any more of it, and they both part ways amicably.

***

Matthew tells his driver to take the rest of the day off. “Fancy a walk, need fresh air,” he says, and hangs up his office phone. Getting anything done for the past couple of months had been hard for him without a P.A – his last one was atrocious. Instead of easing his workload, she gave Matthew more to do. His head aches just thinking about it.

“Huh?” The smell of coffee turns his attention to the woman he met in the coffee shop yesterday.

He thought she was about five-foot six, a head and shoulders smaller than he was; she had long, blonde hair that reached the small of her back. He thought about the girls he had dated in the past and compared to them, the woman who stood in front of him was a little on the plump side. He noticed her poorly looked after skin, and the bags under her eyes told him that she hadn’t slept in at least two days. No wonder she was a little spaced out.

I could do with a coffee, he thinks, entering the little store.

After paying the bill, Matthew is about to leave the store when he suddenly collides with someone trying to enter.

“Hey!” says a female voice. “My dress!” the person bends their head, angrily looking at the stain. Just as Matthew is about to apologize he cranes his neck to get a better view of the woman, realising that he has seen her before.

“You again.”

The woman looks up and upon seeing silvery-blue eyes, her face reddens.

“It’s you!” Taking in the situation they both laugh.

“Guess the shoe’s on the other foot now, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Daniella chuckles.

“I’m Matthew, let me buy you a drink?” he holds out his hand and she takes it.

“Daniella,” she replies “And no, it’s fine don’t worry about it, let’s just call it an error on both our parts, okay?” she giggles.

“Well can we at least sit and chat?” Matthew smiles at her: she’s just the break he needs from work. “If you’re not busy that is.” Say yes, please say yes.

Unable to read the expression on her face, Matthew is ready to give up when Daniella answers.

“Sure.”

 

END.

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