It started off as an ordinary Wednesday.
Work had been hectic, but I'd be fortunate enough to escape by 7:00. The crazy, stressful days were always my least favorite as they were happening. At Platform, I was used to turning to my peers to hash out problem solving when it was needed. But at Arabella if there was a problem, I was finding more and more that people would turn to me for the solution. I never wanted to run to my boss for help so I was constantly finding myself pulling my own hair out over a solution. Alas, once it was resolved I always found myself feeling giddy and proud, a fulfilling day. That is the biggest difference between Arabella and Platform - the sense of fulfillment and challenge I felt each day. I loved it.
Yet even though I loved it, it didn't stop me from grabbing a bottle of wine on the way home.
As I unlocked the door to my apartment, I was overjoyed to find Ash in the kitchen stirring something that smelled heavenly.
"Hey!" I greeted her, dropping my gym bag from the morning on the floor of the living room.
"Hello hello!" she replied, reaching for a spice and adding it to the pot.
"What are you making?"
"Stuffed Pepper Soup," she replied, adding a hefty amount of hot sauce.
"Yum," I said, peering into the reddish-brown, bubbling soup.
"I have rice on too to put it over, it's kind of thick. But I made enough for an army so I hope you're hungry!"
"Always," I replied, placing the wine on the counter. "I brought the beverage."
She rolled her eyes. "We have like, ten bottles over there," she laughed, tilting her head toward our full wine rack.
"Yes," I said, reaching for the wine opener and getting to work. "But this is my favorite."
"Is there a celebration?" she asked, raising her eyebrows skeptically at me.
"No," I replied, keeping my eyes fixated on the wine.
"What did you do," Ash asked, knowing me all too well.
"Nothing!" I defended.
"Oh my god did you... that married guy?! DANIELLE."
"No! Jesus!" I nearly yelled. "First off, I'm no home wrecker. Secondly, I met his wife remember? I won't go there. Thirdly, you'd have known the second it happened."
"Then what?"
"Why do you assume it's something with men? Maybe I got a promotion?"
"That would be a promotion world record."
"Rude," I said, although I was smiling. "No, I just had a long day."
"And?"
I let out a deep breath. She knew me too well. "Okay. And... Dylan is coming to town this weekend."
She dropped the wooden spoon she'd been holding dramatically to the counter.
"Excuse me?"
I didn't answer.
"Dani!" she followed up.
"I didn't invite him! He's coming for work. But after that Philly weekend I don't know... I'm kind of excited."
She let this sit for a while. She had never made a firm standpoint on Dylan, but I doubted she wanted me to actually get back together with him. "Okay," she said, after a solid 30 seconds.
"Okay, what?"
"Okay... I mean, okay. You didn't invite him, but obviously you want to see him which is normal."
"Yes," I said.
"But, maybe it's not the best timing," she said quietly, not meeting my eye.
"...Why?" I asked, drawing out my response.
"Well, you see, someone - a mutual friend of ours - let me know they were going to be in town this weekend," her eyes remained fixated on the soup.
"Who?" I knew the answer, there is no other reason she'd act this weird. My stomach began its slow decent to my feet.
"Nick," she said. "He's home for a few days starting tomorrow."
"Why are you just telling me now?" I demanded, feeling my nervousness be replaced by a slow anger at my best friend.
"I just found out last night! And I didn't want to just text you."
"Why didn't he tell me?" I said, raising my voice again. "I've texted him and he's ignored me!"
"I don't know!" she said. "I'm sorry, look, I know he wants you to know. Maybe he just felt weird since you two haven't talked in a while."
I was fuming. I knew I was actually mad at Nick but Ashley was the one standing in front of me, much easier to take my anger out on. "Well you can see Nick, I already made plans with Dylan."
I stood up, taking my glass of wine and sitting down defiantly at the couch. I turned on a Modern Family marathon and tried my hardest to ignore Ash.
"Do you not want dinner then?" She asked me a few minutes later, an amused tone hovering behind her voice.
"Nope," I said, taking a long sip of the wine. "I'm satisfied with my grapes."
I heard her sit down at the kitchen island to eat dinner, and turned my attention to my phone.
Can't wait to see you I texted to Dylan. The mixture of Nick's impending presence and wine making me bold.
Me neither - it'll be like old times.
Work had been hectic, but I'd be fortunate enough to escape by 7:00. The crazy, stressful days were always my least favorite as they were happening. At Platform, I was used to turning to my peers to hash out problem solving when it was needed. But at Arabella if there was a problem, I was finding more and more that people would turn to me for the solution. I never wanted to run to my boss for help so I was constantly finding myself pulling my own hair out over a solution. Alas, once it was resolved I always found myself feeling giddy and proud, a fulfilling day. That is the biggest difference between Arabella and Platform - the sense of fulfillment and challenge I felt each day. I loved it.
Yet even though I loved it, it didn't stop me from grabbing a bottle of wine on the way home.
As I unlocked the door to my apartment, I was overjoyed to find Ash in the kitchen stirring something that smelled heavenly.
"Hey!" I greeted her, dropping my gym bag from the morning on the floor of the living room.
"Hello hello!" she replied, reaching for a spice and adding it to the pot.
"What are you making?"
"Stuffed Pepper Soup," she replied, adding a hefty amount of hot sauce.
"Yum," I said, peering into the reddish-brown, bubbling soup.
"I have rice on too to put it over, it's kind of thick. But I made enough for an army so I hope you're hungry!"
"Always," I replied, placing the wine on the counter. "I brought the beverage."
She rolled her eyes. "We have like, ten bottles over there," she laughed, tilting her head toward our full wine rack.
"Yes," I said, reaching for the wine opener and getting to work. "But this is my favorite."
"Is there a celebration?" she asked, raising her eyebrows skeptically at me.
"No," I replied, keeping my eyes fixated on the wine.
"What did you do," Ash asked, knowing me all too well.
"Nothing!" I defended.
"Oh my god did you... that married guy?! DANIELLE."
"No! Jesus!" I nearly yelled. "First off, I'm no home wrecker. Secondly, I met his wife remember? I won't go there. Thirdly, you'd have known the second it happened."
"Then what?"
"Why do you assume it's something with men? Maybe I got a promotion?"
"That would be a promotion world record."
"Rude," I said, although I was smiling. "No, I just had a long day."
"And?"
I let out a deep breath. She knew me too well. "Okay. And... Dylan is coming to town this weekend."
She dropped the wooden spoon she'd been holding dramatically to the counter.
"Excuse me?"
I didn't answer.
"Dani!" she followed up.
"I didn't invite him! He's coming for work. But after that Philly weekend I don't know... I'm kind of excited."
She let this sit for a while. She had never made a firm standpoint on Dylan, but I doubted she wanted me to actually get back together with him. "Okay," she said, after a solid 30 seconds.
"Okay, what?"
"Okay... I mean, okay. You didn't invite him, but obviously you want to see him which is normal."
"Yes," I said.
"But, maybe it's not the best timing," she said quietly, not meeting my eye.
"...Why?" I asked, drawing out my response.
"Well, you see, someone - a mutual friend of ours - let me know they were going to be in town this weekend," her eyes remained fixated on the soup.
"Who?" I knew the answer, there is no other reason she'd act this weird. My stomach began its slow decent to my feet.
"Nick," she said. "He's home for a few days starting tomorrow."
"Why are you just telling me now?" I demanded, feeling my nervousness be replaced by a slow anger at my best friend.
"I just found out last night! And I didn't want to just text you."
"Why didn't he tell me?" I said, raising my voice again. "I've texted him and he's ignored me!"
"I don't know!" she said. "I'm sorry, look, I know he wants you to know. Maybe he just felt weird since you two haven't talked in a while."
I was fuming. I knew I was actually mad at Nick but Ashley was the one standing in front of me, much easier to take my anger out on. "Well you can see Nick, I already made plans with Dylan."
I stood up, taking my glass of wine and sitting down defiantly at the couch. I turned on a Modern Family marathon and tried my hardest to ignore Ash.
"Do you not want dinner then?" She asked me a few minutes later, an amused tone hovering behind her voice.
"Nope," I said, taking a long sip of the wine. "I'm satisfied with my grapes."
I heard her sit down at the kitchen island to eat dinner, and turned my attention to my phone.
Can't wait to see you I texted to Dylan. The mixture of Nick's impending presence and wine making me bold.
Me neither - it'll be like old times.
