Nonsense

After sitting next to me for an hour he asks where I went to school. I wonder why it matters because I’ve been working for him for several months yet we’ve never sat down next to each other until now.

“High school?” I smile.

“No. College” he replies.

“Oh, I haven’t graduated yet,” I replied.

The guy seated on the other side of me is quiet. I’ve worked with him for ten years and am keenly aware he knows nothing about me so everything I say feels like taking off an article of clothing.

“What are you studying,” he asks.

I feel nervous because it won’t make sense and in the end means nothing,

“Forensic science,” I answered since it’s my newest fascination.

“Wow, that’s unexpected,” he said before turning back to the banker.

Internally I rolled my eyes. As if he cared.

The other guy pipes up with a question.

“Do you know Spanish,” he asked?

I didn’t want them to start talking to me in Spanish in front of the banker who has our passports and bank cards splayed before him. If I said yes they’d ask me to go to South America and I didn’t know how I felt about the small talking church leader boss yet.

“Yes and no,” I answer hoping it would be enough to give them pause. Being with him in person confirmed the feeling I’d had about him over the phone. Something was definitely off about him. He looks fine, talks fine and dresses fine but can’t put my finger on what it is that screams pedo and it pisses me off because I’ll probably stalk him online until I can make myself feel like he isn’t. How dumb.

Before we know it noon comes around and it’s time to go. They get up to hug as if we’re besties and both tell me they love me before we part ways. I didn’t feel like saying I love you too cause fuck, one of us is definitely psycho and neither knows an ounce of jack shit about me. Maybe I’m the psycho. And of course they don’t love me. It’s just something church folks say sometimes, depending on the church of course.