"Hi, this is Andrea. I can't come to the phone right now, but please leave your name and number, and I will return your call. Thank you."
"Hi, Andrea-it's me again. Keith. Please call me back. Give me a chance to explain it all; it was really by coincidence. Trust me, I did not want to see her again by any means. I came to see you!" I sighed, running my hand over my face. It was almost the same message I had left before. "I'm sorry. Please, please call me back. I.....miss you. Talk to you later. Bye."
I hung up, hitting my head with the phone. That was probably the hundredth time I had called her in the past few days. Defeated, I set it back in it's cradle, rubbing my face with my hands. "Still not answering?" came Harry's voice in my cubicle's entrance. I didn't bother looking up-I wasn't in the mood.
"Geez, what did you do? How can you screw up two decent relationships so badly?" he continued. "Are you that bad with women? I could help you out...."
Sighing, I looked up. "Thanks, Harry. But I'd rather not."
Harry nodded briskly, "Alright. Anything I can do for you-just tell me."
I gave him a half smile, "Thanks." He grinned once more and made his exit, finally catching that I didn't really want to take his advice right now-if that's what you could call it.
I looked at the phone again. Maybe I'd try calling her at home instead of on her cell....