Fourteen

I dismissed Carole at five today. I came back home around two and after working on a project for a while, I turned off my laptop. The deadline is in ten days, and I'm almost done with it.

As I take a walk in the backyard, Nathan's words ring through my ears. He thinks I'm smart. He was so nice to me last night that I almost had a whiplash. He doesn't think that being a nerd is a bad thing… the way he put it makes me think of myself as nothing but a genius. Was he only nice to me because I fixed his laptop? I shake my head and make my way inside. I need to stop thinking about Nathan.

Dinner is already cooked, but I find myself waiting for Nathan. I'm used to eating alone, but I also want to know how it all went today with him and maybe we can talk about this new project while having dinner together. I'm genuinely hoping that he was able to secure the deal today. I debated calling him earlier, but I chickened out. I'm not used to this. I have never called Nathan's phon