Paige sat in a booth, and wondered why her boss wanted to work late at a bar. The location didn’t matter much to her since the only difference between here and the office was the deep thrumming of the music she couldn’t hear anyway.
It made it easier to be the only person at the bar hard at work on a laptop on a Sunday night. She doesn’t look up much because she doesn’t want to deal with people if she’s going to be at work. That’s why she got into web design. It let her be private most of the time without making her seem antisocial.
Martin, her boss, came to the table. How is our site coming along? He signed.
It could be better. Her hands replied.
What’s the matter? He asked.
I’m trying to build the web page for your restaurant in a bar on a Sunday.
Don’t be like that, Martin expressed. We don’t have to always be about work.
What is that supposed to mean? Her hands insisted.
I was hoping we could spend some time together, just the two of us.
She looked at his face to see if she could figure out what he was thinking. Martin was certainly cute, but she wasn’t interested in dating a client. It was just too much of a conflict of interest. Besides, she didn’t want to look like she only had this job because of her looks.
I’m flattered, Martin, she replied, but we can’t do this.
We can’t sit down and have a drink? he signed as a frown grew on his face.
Not when I’m on the clock. she insisted. It just isn’t right. Let’s talk about your web page.
I’d rather talk about how beautiful you are.
She tried to fight the blush she knew was building on her cheeks, but it was no use. She saw the look of victory on Martin’s face. He knew he’d just scored a point.
If we aren’t here for work, then I want something stronger than this diet Pepsi, Paige said as she closed her computer. She signalled to the waitress and ordered a drink.
What did you order? Martin inquired.
You’re getting better at signing, Paige complimented, but you haven’t learned everything yet.
What did you order? He repeated.
I ordered a drink, and don’t even think about paying for it. he insisted. I’ve already talked to the waitress about it.
Look, this was a mistake, Martin signed as he got up to leave.
He was already turned around so it didn’t matter how loudly she signed. He was gone.