Miscommunication

“How did you know?” I asked, not sure I wanted the answer. I thought I had been careful. I thought I had taken all the necessary steps to keep my job undercover.

“Well, I was just listening to your friends the other night.”

“Okay, and…” I tried to steady my breath.

“And the way Leo was looking at you, I could just tell it was something important.”

“Well, yes. I guess you could call my position important.” Sweat dripped off of my forehead and onto one of the tee shirts saved for people who were supposed to view me as a normal guy. I guessed I would have to burn this one after the conversation that was never meant to happen.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“Well I didn’t want to freak you out.”

“It doesn’t freak me out. I had a clue before Leo let it slip.”

“You did?” I asked. Was she spying on me?

“Yea of course.” Did she accidentally see the badge on my desk? Did I really threaten my job like that? “And I actually think it is kind of cool.”

“Eh, its just my job,” I said. Damn straight, it was pretty cool.

“It’s really very sweet.”

“Sweet?”

“I’m just not there yet.”

“Where yet?”

“I just don’t love you yet.”

I laughed harder than I had our entire courtship. “I don’t love you either,” I said. The smile enveloped my entire face.

I never saw the girl again, but at least I got to keep the tee shirt.