Leslie Morales, my assistant, is gone for the day. I’m in no hurry to go home. It’s not like anyone is there waiting for me. At home, I’ll just sit on the sofa and watch TV while eating a Lean Cuisine and sipping a cup of tiramisu tea. I can do that here while getting some work done. My phone beeps to alert me of a new email message. I pick up the phone and check my personal email. It’s Raine. He’s left me at least one voice message, email or text message per week since I left San Francisco. The first messages were friendly inquiries. How’s it going? How is the new office? What’s the weather like? Any plans for this weekend? After the first few weeks the messages turned serious. I miss you. I want you. Can I come to see you? I stopped responding soon thereafter. I wasn’t sure what to say. Or maybe I was, but I was too afraid to say it. My lack of response to his messages in no way discouraged him from sending them.
What do You think about Making The First Move (2013)?
