The New Guy
Monday surveyed the room with suspicion as he sipped his morning coffee.
“Hey. Who’s that guy?”
“What guy?” Wednesday asked.
“Over there, the one everybody’s talking to.” Monday pointed across the room to a man in jeans and a t-shirt leaning against the water cooler.
“Oh, the new guy.”
“New guy? Why haven’t I seen him before?”
“I don’t know,” Wednesday said. “He’s not here much. Comes in late, leaves early. You know how it is.”
“No,” said Monday. “I don’t, actually. What’s his name?”
“Friday.”
“Friday? What kind of name is that?”
“I don’t know,” said Wednesday. “It’s just a name.”
“Oh,” said Tuesday as she wandered over. “It’s so much more than a name.” She batted her eyes in Friday’s direction. “I think he’s dreamy.”
“Dreamy?” said Monday and scoffed. “His pants don’t even have pleats.”
Tuesday sighed, blowing steam across the lip of her mug. “There is nothing wrong with those pants.”
“Don’t get too excited,” Wednesday said. “I think he’s dating someone.”
“Who?” Monday and Tuesday said in unintentional unison.
“Saturday.”
Tuesday gasped. “Shut. Up.”
“I’m serious.”
“Rumors,” Tuesday said and began to pout involuntarily.
“Maybe,” said Wednesday. “But Sunday said — ”
“You can’t believe anything Sunday says,” Tuesday interrupted again. “She never could mind her own business.”
“Well,” Wednesday continued, “be that as it may, Sunday saw Friday coming out of Saturday’s apartment very early yesterday morning.”
“How early?” Monday asked.
“Very early.” Wednesday winked.
Tuesday took another sip of coffee and sighed. “Well, I still think he’s dreamy.”
“I don’t like him,” Monday said. “I don’t like him one bit.”
“And you wonder why you have no friends,” Wednesday said.
“Hey, Monday,” Thursday called from the conference room down the hall. “Are you coming or what?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right there.”
“Well, hurry it up,” she said. “We can’t start without you.”
That’s right, Monday thought. And don’t you forget it.
The End
