Agatha
I opened my eyes slowly and realized it's now Monday morning, if last night I was dreading to go to work, even more so now, I am dreading to see Shawn. What would I say to him, what will he say to me?
I know he has probably left by now. He always goes to the office an hour early every Monday. I prepared and showered quickly, making sure to keep the events last night out of my mind. I greeted Dolores good morning and said goodbye to her when we walk past each other on the elevator.
I kept tapping my shoes on the floor and biting my lip, I am a nervous wreck. I'm sure I won't be able to look him in the eyes "Don't make a fuss about it, Agatha." I told myself. "He probably won't remember it now so don't make it a big deal. He's drunk, he entered an incorrect room, that's it. "I nodded, agreeing to myself, "How can't you make it a big deal if he held you?" the other part of me argued.
