April 2, 2007
I awoke on the couch, having left him in bed at some point. My supervisor's face appeared, cool and calculating. "Mondays are mine," she demanded in the last meeting. I got up, rubbed his shoulder and quickly put on something professional, giddy because his silly hair-straightener, leather pouch and suitcase were all over my place. I dropped him off at Burger King across the street from Busch Gardens, but I don't remember if I kissed him. I'm more sure I squeezed his leg. Nine hours later, I picked him up off Busch, but he swept me away. "I like you."