“Hey,” he said, coming up beside me as I sat at the table writing a report. I looked up and smiled dryly.1
“Hey,” I responded back. I was not in the mood to talk to him of all people and I was also in the middle of a big report on a case that could make or break the company. 2
“Can I talk -?” I started.3
“About over the weekend,” he said over my protests for quiet. “I had a good time. I was wondering if you’d like to maybe go out for drinks or something?”4
“When?” I asked, putting down my pen and turning to face him in the chair. I had the feeling that this conversation could go in an entirely unwanted direction if I didn’t steer it around it.5
“I dunno. Tonight maybe, if you’re not to busy saving this company.”6
“Hmm,” I mumbled in a non-committal way trying to send him vibes of my displeasure at seeing him. “Maybe, I dunno.”7
Summoning up my nerve, I faced him dead on and said, “We have to talk.”8
His look of cocky confidence immediately vanished and was replaced by a look of real concern. “What? Why? Did I do something?”9
I laughed sarcastically and said, “In a manor of speaking.”10
“Well whatever it is, I’m really sorry!”11
“You should probably know the reason before you apologize. It’s going to take slightly more than an apology to make this go away.”12
He sat for a moment, musing about what it could possibly be that had me so peeved at him for. “What did I do?”13
“Ok, so Saturday was amazing and I had so much fun with you except Sunday, when I woke up after you left, the first thing I did was rush to the bathroom to vomit.”14
“So I made you sick?”15
“No, not sick. Pregnant.” I could see his face immediately change from confusion to wide-eyed amazement.16
