Welcome back to my annual birthday story. Ready to find out what happens next with David and Macy? Read on. Or, if you missed Day 1, it's here. David stepped into the small kitchenette and the three women congregated around the microwave practically gasped as they straightened. Strange. Not that David had ever confessed to understanding the female half of the species. Still … he didn’t think he was that startling. He eased around them to grab his leftovers from the fridge. A few titters of laughter burst from a couple of the girls before they smirked and headed out of the kitchen. That left only Macy. She occupied the cubicle on the other side of his wall. Often he heard her soft voice chatting on the phone or with other co-workers. But he rarely had time to actually experience a conversation with her for himself. Since he’d started a month before, their schedules hadn’t cooperated for much more than a smile in passing. Maybe that could change soon. He leaned back against the counter on the other side of the microwave while she waited for her meal to finish heating. Glancing her way, he discovered her watching him, but she quickly turned her attention to the beeping machine. She hissed as she grabbed the hot container and let it slip a bit, some red sauce splattering over the countertop. “Shoot!” “I got it.” He fisted a few paper towels and swiped at the small mess. “No big deal.” “Thanks.” She ducked her head and tucked a strand of long brown hair behind her ear. “Not a problem. Have you seen those little bowl cozies they make now? My mom has a bunch. You put the dish in them and then it’s like there’s a ready-made potholder when you go to take it out of the microwave.” He motioned with his hand around his own container. “Oh, um. Yeah. I think I have.” She grabbed her own meal once more, though it had to still be hot. Backed up several steps toward the door. “Well, I better get out of here. So much to do in our short lunch break.” “Right. I—” But he didn’t get to finish. She’d already spun on her heels and was gone. “Huh.” Sure his conversation about potholders wasn’t scintillating, but it hadn’t been that bad, had it? Maybe his plan wouldn’t work after all. No wonder it had been three-hundred sixty-five days. He obviously needed to work on his conversation skills. First, he chased all her friends away simply by showing up, and then he talked about bowl cozies. Good thing he’d already told his mom to tone down her celebration plans. He rolled his eyes. Only mom would want to celebrate something like the news she’d heard through his cousin Becca. The cousin David planned to never tell anything again. Sighing, he heated his own meal and took it back to his desk. Strangely enough, Macy wasn’t seated at her own as he passed by. What was going on today? What do you think is going on? Come back tomorrow to find out more!
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