It wasn't exactly teatime when Bex met up with Oliver. Naturally, he got her when he could have a break. As usual, he brought her a Kit-Kat candy bar. Her favorite. They shared, along with cups of hot brewed tea.
"So is she being a bitch?" Bex asked about his supervisor.
"Is yours?" He shot her a serious look.
They both laughed.
"So everything is OK with Dayton?" Oliver wanted to know.
Bex didn't want to tell him how sore she was or the bruise she found on the back of her arm. It was better just to say. "Yeah, everything is fine."
"You didn't have a fight or anything?"
"Why do you always say that?" She didn't like that sort of question. "We have never had a fight."
"You get so mad, you know, I just didn't know." He looked a bit hurt that he'd suggested they had an abusive relationship.
"Its not like that. Its never like that. Never."
"OK." So much for their fun time at break.
"Sorry." She sighed. "So what are you doing after work."
"Oh, that sound intriguing, with anyone I know?"
"No. No, its not what you think. Probably the most boring time ever. Said I'd do somebody a favor. And hopefully, thats the end of it." He told her quickly. He was begining to get restless she noticed.
"Why do you want it to be the end of it?" She was puzzled. He never let on there was anybody. There had to be somebody. There just had to be.
"Because, it just is. Its boring." He gave her a quick smile and downed his tea. "Suppose I must get back to the infantiles."
"So call me?" She smiled, watching him get up, clean his cup in the sink and put it away like a speed demon. "E-mail me. I don't care."
He never did the e-mail much. She wondered what he really did when he wasn't here. She was sure it was something nice. Maybe he volunteered somewhere, and he didn't want anyone to know. It had to be something like that. Just had to be. Maybe he was shopping for homeless kids.