distraction

I was working when he asked if I could join he and his friend for a beer. I knew I should be the good employee and keep working. In the past, with the others, I would have just said exactly that.

Instead, I worked until I got to a good stopping place and met them out.

I was stressed and frazzled when I got there. But within minutes I was laughing and relaxed.

I keep telling myself to not get overly excited. That a few dates does not amount to much. But sometimes my cool* is betrayed by the grin on my face.

* Not that I really have any cool. I like to think I can fake it sometimes though.