Diane, oh Diane
All characters are fictional, except me. And also everyone's 18 or older. Any commonalities between characters living or dead are purely coincidental.
Sunrise, 5am
I open my eyes to the early summer sunrise seeping through my window, illuminating my room in a soft orange peach light. What a beautiful morning. I turn over to admire the sunrise. There's a slight moistness to the air as I breathe in, it must have rained last night. I sigh and comment "I love sunrises, but I don't like waking up early to see them." Patting around for my phone, I pick it up and turn off my alarms, convince myself out of bed and down stairs for a bathroom trip and coffee. I put on some Hozier, as it's what I need to get out of bed. Grabbing my water from last night and downing it quick, I scuttle to the bathroom to relieve myself of last night's waste. Upon leaving, I set the coffee maker to brew and sing along to the man's sorrowful songs of long lost love. Throwing on a shirt and pajama bottoms, I go outside to appreciate the fresh morning air.
"What an excellent start to a morning." I comment to no one in particular, and head in to consume my coffee and a small snack to prepare myself for the day.
Friday, Noon, 12 pm
My stomach rumbles in protest of not eating for a few hours. I roll my eyes and keep typing this important email that needs to be sent yesterday.
"We hope this fixes your issue, Gabriel Smith, aaand send. Now will you stop complaining at me, I'm on my way to feed you!" I sass back at my stomach, sick of its mouthiness. A quick stroll to the break room had me walk past three of my coworkers, which each got a polite nod.
I spot Diane at her desk and knock on it to get her attention.
"You going on lunch Diane?" I inquire.
She glances at her paper, thinks for a moment. "I'm at a good stopping point. I'll take a break to eat with you." She stands up and walks with me, telling me about things that annoy her, coworkers, clients, her book.
We sit down with the lights off as usual after grabbing our lunches from the communal fridge our department shares.
"So, how's your client's IT problem going?" She asks me, making polite small talk.
"I actually just finished it. It was nothing really, just a few bug fixes" I said, minimizing the several hours of work I did, reading stupid amounts of code, fortunately it was fairly easy to read. "Tell me about your boyfriend!" I said, just remembering she had gone on a date last week.
She visibly deflates. "Brian didn't show but called me after saying he had a change of heart and didn't want to be dating" she explains, sounding tired, drained even.
"Hey. Sometimes it be like that. He doesn't know what he's missing. How bout this, dinner at my place after work? I'm not taking no for an answer." I suggest, attempting to cheer her up.
"You'd better not be trying to get into my pants for the uhh... what, seventh time?" She teases
"Hey, I was the best fuck you've had to date." I say, defensively
"True... fuck it, I've got no plans. I'll bring the wine." She folds.
I nudge her shoulder and smile. "Gub, I'm cooking you dinner tonigh." I speak with a mouth full of food, as lunch isn't a super long time, and I'm eager to make the day go by faster. "We should probably get back to work though. Shoot me a text when you're headed out?" I ask, putting my empty lunchbox In my backpack and standing up to head out.
"You know it, hot stuff" she says, slapping my ass on my way past her.
I roll my eyes and head back to my desk, thinking about Diane. Dark red hair, light brown eyes that sparkle with a chaotic mischief, about 5" 7'. Not particularly busty or blessed with a massive ass but it was big enough for me. I mean, she's a writer who sits on her ass and drinks wine like it's water and she rocks it. At the nice age of 28, she's definitely a catch. I sat down in my chair and tried to hone in on my next project but all that I could think of was serenading her with the sweet sounds of Hozier's voice singing about how she makes me feel.
"Damn, I'm down bad for her. Eh, it is what it is" and I put on some chill tunes to read code to, a playlist aptly named "Coder's paradise."
Quittin' time! 5:30 pm
After several visits from my boss, politely telling me to hurry up, I managed to get some more stuff done, until a text from Diane shakes me from my hyperfocus, accompanied by more stomach growling.
"Blow it out your ass, I'm working on it" I tell it, standing and stretching. I look at my phone as I collect my bag and laptop to check the text.
"Where you at nerd? I'm by my car, hurry up." (Diane)
"Just headed out. Gimmie 5." (Me)
"Actually on second thought, go get the wine, meet me at my place?" (Me)
"Ok, still leave your key on top of the porch light?" (Diane)
"Don't tell anyone" (me)
I set my playlist to car tunes and peel out to the nearest grocery store to pick up some chicken, rice, veggies, and dessert.
While in the grocery store, I run into an old friend, Elias. We talk in line for a bit.
"How's life been? Anyone new?" He says as he pulls me in for a bro hug, which I squeeze a bit.
"Not really, just having Diane over for dinner, need to make something edible." I say, nonchalantly.
"You're still chasing her? It's been almost two years man. You gotta move on!" He says, meaning the best.
"Dawg, how long have you been with Jo-Anne?" I ask, attempting to prove a point.
"We've been dating for..." he thinks for a second " three years" he said, surely.
