'The whole boss thing is... tricky,' Dharsheni spoke slowly, then sucked her teeth. 'But, I mean, you've already slept with the guy, and you technically started your thing before he got the job at your office. I say screw it, why not?'
I was so stunned by Dharsheni's answer that I nearly spilled the coffee in my hand, which earned me some concerned glances from the morning commuters rushing past us.
'What? Seriously? That's an unusually... carpe diem response from you.'
She shrugged. 'What can I say? As an official engaged person, I've suddenly turned into quite the romantic.' She lifted her hand to flash her silver engagement ring in a totally unsubtle way. 'And hey, I'm still team Vici Hottie. He seems hilarious.'
'Ugh, no, Sheni. Absolutely not,' I hit back. 'Seriously though, you don't think the boss thing is a glaring issue with Casper?'
Sheni took a long, silent sip of her coffee before replying. 'It's not ideal, no. If you really do like him though, Rosie, it would suck to let a job you don't even like be the reason not to explore it.'
I started nodding. For a not quite twenty-four-year-old, Dharsheni had the wisdom of someone who'd walked this earth since the dawn of time. My admiration of her may have admittedly been amplified by the fact she was ultimately telling me exactly what I wanted to hear, but biases aside, her point around sacrificing a potential shot at love for a job I hated was a valid one.
Casper had asked me out for a drink on Saturday night, and I'd failed to provide him with a definite yes. As I said my goodbyes to Dharsheni to leave for work, I had to fight a smile off my face because within the next hour, I was going to provide Casper with the answer I'd been yearning to give him since he asked me.
My tube journey was significantly less eventful than the previous morning's, although I appeared to be on greeting terms with Finn because as he boarded the train at Victoria Station, I muttered a hello without making a conscious decision to do so.
'Hey, Roselyn,' was his response.
The way his lips curved into a lopsided grin suggested he knew that wasn't my name, but I didn't provide him with the satisfaction of a frustrated reaction.
Instead, I said, 'Hey, Dolphin,' then resumed my music.
He was still doing the pornographic stick figure scenario thing, which was annoying.
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A Suitable GentlemanRomance
Countryside girl turned Londoner, Rosie Eden-Porter, must release her inhibitions and overcome her obsession with finding the perfect man before she single-handedly sabotages her own love life. ...