Was an accountant all that I was? No,
definitely not, I had dreams, ambitions, aspirations, emotions,
fears, and regrets … I had love to give … Yeah –
I had regrets, all right.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly. At
five o'clock I straightened my desk and was about to head out to
the elevator. I had opened up my desk drawer at least a dozen
times to look at the rose, which was now starting to wilt and
about to lose its petals soon if it didn't get some water.
Deciding to take it home with me, I was just putting it into my
vest pocket when Gina walked around the corner.
"Hi, James, I’m looking forward to our date tonight,"
she said.
"So am I," I said, feeling very good about seeing
her again, "Wait a second and I'll walk you to your car."
We got into the elevator and again I found
myself fighting back those feelings. She stood there just a few
feet from me. I could smell her perfume, Elizabeth Taylor’s
Passion. I found myself breathing too heavily, feeling a little
light-headed. I wanted so much to embrace her and kiss her.
Taking a step toward her, I looked into her blue eyes and said,
"Gina." This was it. She looked up at me, and we both
knew what was going to happen.
However, nothing was going to happen. Just
then the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Several people
entered, talking about their jobs. The mood changed; my heart
quit pounding. And though I was a little disappointed, I was
almost relieved. If the elevator hadn't stopped, would I have
kissed her? I quickly recovered from my light-headedness when
the elevator doors opened into the garage. As I headed for my
car, Gina reached out and grasped my hand, squeezing it with a
giggle.
"James," she smiled a sincere smile and said, "thank
you for the flowers."
I didn't say a word. I just stood there
grinning, watching her practically skipping over to her car. As
she drove past smiling like the cat that just ate the canary,
she waved and honked her horn. "I really do love her,"
I said to myself.
