The next morning, I woke up with a throbbing head ache as my morning greeting. Groaning, I sat up straight on my bed and blinked repeatedly, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light. Glancing at my clock, it read 9:23 A.M.
Throwing the blanket off me, I slipped out of the bed, heading towards the bathroom. I brushed my teeth then refreshed myself with a quick shower. After getting dressed, I headed downstairs to the restaurant to only find Melissa waiting for me in the lobby.
She was dressed in casual skinny jeans and a t-shirt that read "I LOVE NEW YORK". Her black shades that matched the color of her jeans prevented her dark emerald eyes from view. But the impish grin on her face was a give-away to her identity.
"Tom!" She said, coming happily to hug me. I gave her a cold smile and avoided her wide open arms, ducking under and moving past her towards the entrance of the restaurant. I grabbed a plate and started serving myself a breakfast meal from the buffet open to me. But the fact that I was ignoring her seemed to irritate her.
"Aren't you even going to say 'hi' to me?"
"Hi," I muttered over my shoulder, helping myself to some pancakes.
I heard her mumble something inaudible under her breath, curses I suspected. But it should be the other way around. I should be the one cussing her out. After all, she'd made travel all the way to New York and hadn't showed up for the meeting herself.
When I got onto the plane alone without my assistant, I pretty much felt myself relive the scenario again. Melissa hated attending these meetings, in fact she hated leaving home. But that came as a package with her job that she had to follow. She avoided it at all costs.
I moved to a table, sitting myself down and she didn't even wait for me to welcome her as she plopped down onto the seat opposite me, all signs of anger gone from her face.
"So, how was the meeting?"
"It was without you, as usual," I said, taking a sip from my coffee.
"I'd really appreciate it if you tuned down the sarcasm and meanness this morning. I just arrived in New York," she sighed.
"But you certainly didn't waste any time enjoying yourself."
She sighed again, heavily, leaning back against the chair with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"What do you want me to say? Sorry? Fine. I'm sorry. Happy now?"
By the dull look on my face, she knew I'd only answer that in the negative and put up her hand before I could say anything. "Don't answer that."
I shrugged lightly and continued having my breakfast under the watchful eyes of my very-late assistant.
Still, a part of me was happy to see her. She was the only person here back from home who didn't hate me. Melissa might sometimes be a pain in the ass. But she was also my only source of comfort.