Guess who I ran into last week

You are not going to believe who I ran into last week.

Remember Mark?

The rebound guy I fell in love with who went to Thailand and came back to Australia with a fiancee in tow?

The one that promised me the sun, the moon, the fucking stars and who told me that he will never disappoint me? (can you say, bitter much?)

Well, I was at work when I saw a 6'1 frame walking towards me. Lean, shaved head, smells good with a sparkle in his eyes.

I saw him but I didn't realise it was him.

I see a lot of good looking guys around my work all wearing power suits with either Calvin Klein or Hugo Boss as their aftershaves so smelling that powerful scent didn't faze me one bit.

But a tap on my shoulder did.

Hey, he said. He extended his arms as if to expect a hug from me.

I stood there like a fool with my mouth gaping wide open you can see my fucking tonsils.

Umm.. I stammered. I didn't know what else to say. Last time I spoke to him was when I told him to fuck off and get out of my life. No contact whatsoever and I don't want to hear his name ever again.

And yet, he managed to stand in front of me at my work.

Shouldn't you be in Sydney, I asked.

He put his hand at the back of his neck and cleared his throat.

I'm going for a job interview here, he said.

No fucking way, I thought.

As what, I asked.

As revenue manager, he said.

Great. Just great.

Just when I thought I finally sort out my man troubles here comes the black stallion gallopping back into my professional life.

Well, good luck, hope it works out, I mumbled then walked off.

Wait, just so you know I didn't know you were working here, he said.

I know he doesn't know. I haven't spoken to him in a year and a bit. I knew he was back from Sydney, but I didn't know what he's been upto since he's been back.

Umm.. how's the boyfriend going, he asked.

Great, never been better. How's the missus, I asked pointedly.

Umm.. we're good, it's working out well actually, he said.

Sweet, I said. I was staring at him. Willing him to look away or at least look down in shame.

He didn't.

Anyway, it was good to see you. Hey, if you get the job we'll see each other during departmental meetings every monday, I joked.

Not just departmental meetings, I'll be around, he said.

A part of me hopes he gets the job, working for the company has incredible perks. The money is good and employees are very well looked after.

A big part of me on the other hand wishes he doesn't get the job. So I don't have to see his face or dreads bumping into him at work everytime.

I called Emmet on my break just to say hi.

I love you babe, he said before even saying hello.

I sighed. The tingling feeling I get everytime I hear his angelic voice is enough to realise that if Mark gets the job, he wouldn't pose as a threat.

At least not anymore.

Being with Emmet is where I'm supposed to be.