Last one standing

Chapter one- Wind

"I just can't understand it," Zoey says in slight frustration, swinging around on her chair to face me.  "How could you not want to fall in love?" she asks genuinely, I shrug and look back down at my To-do list knowing my lack of an answer will annoy her. "It's so warm and safe, I see literally no reason why you're still single" she huffs, flailing her arms around a little. We spend a few minutes in silence, looking at each other as she waits for my answer. I sigh and look back up at her. "I don't want to not fall in love Zo, It's just not the most important thing on my mind right now." She stands up with her arms crossed, eyebrow raised, a slight smirk tugging at her face. "Are you sure that's all?" she interrogates, poking my arm repetitively. 

I sigh and look up, "Zo, I'll find someone when I'm ready. But can you please let me do my work? I know you can easily get a job somewhere else but this is the only thing I've got going for me right now" I somewhat chuckle. It was true though, Zoey was one of those people who were extremely talented. She could easily pass off as a model, in fact, she gets asked if she is every day. She also really loves to cook, her kitchen is probably her favorite place in her house. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that she's fucking talented. "As if, I know you have so many talents you're proud of!" She argues, sitting back down in her chair. 

"I know you're trying to help me Zo, but finding love is more of a solo thing. It's not like shopping or decorating something, it's something I need to push myself to do. After I finish all the things I need to do, I'll get around to it."

"Sure you will, Zane I'm your best friend. I know you, you put things off all the time and say you'll get to them but you never do. So get you're arse up" she says, writing something down on a sticky-note. "And go get me a coffee, thank you" she hands me the note, smiling before patting me on the back. "What? hey, I never agreed to this! Why can't you get one yourself" I whine, putting the note on my desk. "Because what if you meet a cute dude there" she giggles, wiggling her eyebrow at me suggestively. "Really? The only people you see at coffee shops are wannabe hipsters, college students, basic white girls, and moms" I sigh, "there's no chance I'm going to magically bump into someone Zo, this isn't Disney."

"Are you sure about that? Because I'm sure you were performing in the ideas room earlier when 'no-one was around'" she snickers, fiddling through her pockets to find the money for her coffee. "Hey, how about I pay for your coffee if you forget that EVER happened. Okay?" my cheeks fuming with blush, she tugs out a one-sided smile and chuckles. "Oh, so we're resulting to bribery now, are we? In that case, Mr. Tale as old as time, I shall take you up on that offer" she says smugly, winking before turning back around. I feel bad for her sometimes, our section boss gives her the most amount of work to do and yet she can still keep up this positive, cheery vibe going. Meanwhile, I'm over here barely functioning after 3 hours of sleep. 

So as the dedicated friend I am, I shove on my coat and make my way to the lobby. The lobby definitely gives off the false impression that we're organized, Everything is cleaned, neat, and extravagant. It's the google of work areas, whereas behind the scenes is more like bing. I don't really care to look around so I head straight out the door, the walk to the coffee shop is usually very boring but today I couldn't get what Zoey said out of my mind. How could you not want to fall in love? It's not as if I don't want to fall in love, but rather I'm not ready. Zoey always made jokes back in high school that I was scared of commitment and stuff like that, is this really an ongoing thing? I mean sure all my friends have a partner, but that doesn't mean I have to have one too. Right? If I want to date someone, ill find them on my own time. I can get my work out the way first, renovate my house a bit more, get a dog or two, and then possibly start thinking about a relationship. 

By the time I had come to that conclusion, my brain had lead me to the coffee shop door. Opening the door I realize its a lot less full then what it usually is, perhaps it has something to do with the fact it's a Friday? That didn't matter so much to me anyway, less waiting time I guess. So I do the usual of going up to the desk, ordering Zoeys coffee and a boba tea for myself, paying for them, and waiting for my number to be called out. I take a seat on one of the chairs, it doesn't matter how few people are here, the coffee takes forever to be made. Its almost as if there are sloths behind there, the idea of that was funny to me. So funny in fact that I felt the need to doodle it down, so I did. I drew 3 sloths, all with aprons and hairnets on, making coffees and teas very slow. I even gave them basic names, the one on the left was called Susan, the middle one was called Carl, and the one on the right was called Jimbob. 

After giggling at my own drawing for a few minutes, I heard my number get called, So I picked up my bag and pens, walked over to the collection table, picked them up, and left the store by thanking an old man who kindly opened the door for me. Now just to get back to the office.