Too Good For You — Luke's Lobby Encounter

unconsciously turning my body sideways because i was afraid i took up too much space and somehow i was always the one smiling the hardest i put the metal box on the highest shelf of my closet it. Somewhere I couldn't easily reach. I didn't take it with me, but I didn't throw it either. At eleven that night, Luke called again. I didn't answer. He sent six messages. I didn't

read them. The seventh was a voice message. I accidentally tapped it, and his voice filled room. Sarah, you've hung up on me six times. Are you trying to start a fight? If you have something to say, say it. Don't give me this silent treatment crap. Silent treatment. I a bitter laugh. I turned off my phone. Then I slept better than I had in a long time.

The next day was my last day before leaving. I went to the office to finish the paperwork for my resignation. My desk had already been cleared. There was a sticky note on my monitor co-worker who sat beside me. Good luck, Sarah. I peeled it off, tucked it into my and went to HR for the final signatures. When I stepped out of the elevator, I ran into Luke.

He stood in the lobby in a perfectly tailored suit, one hand in his pocket. The expression on his face was complicated. What are you doing here? Picking you up. up. I don't need a ride. He stepped in front of me and looked down at me. Sarah, can you please

talk to me like a normal person? I am. He frowned and raised his hand to touch my head, just like he had for the past eight years. Whenever he used to ruffle my hair, I stepped back. His hand froze