“I honestly didn’t mean to introduce you to my daughter so soon,” Will said as I sat across from him in his office. “Of course I knew she was at the party, but I figured considering the mansion was vast and the yard sprawling, that she was nowhere near us. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable.”
I shook my head vehemently. “It’s fine. I actually like Kayla. She was sweet.”
The lines on Will’s forehead disappeared as he smiled in relief. “I’m glad then. Like I said, I thought you should know.”
I became silent. It was in situations like these that I didn’t know which was best: that I talk, or that I remain quiet? The fact that I liked Kayla didn’t plateau the fear levels of starting anything with Will. He told me that we could take it slow and understand what we want. That I didn’t have to decide there and then if I wanted to make something of us, even if it was just dating. But the weekend was over, I’m back at work, and I was at an impasse. I didn’t know if I should give him a chance because he was so honest; or if I shouldn’t even consider him because he has a daughter. Whichever the case, he was taking a chance on me and that seemed all too familiar.
For safety reasons, road blocks are put into place as a security precaution; had this been a gridlock of my own for safety reasons? Was Kayla brought in at the exact moment I should be reflecting on my emotions with Will, and whether or not I was old enough to be with him (and I don’t mean age-wise). Was this road block an obstacle, a precaution, a security risk…or was it the light at the end of a tunnel?
I cleared my throat. “It’s good you told me.” It was obvious he was looking for that sort of approval by the way he was fidgeting, and I didn’t want to leave him hanging.
Will let out a breath taken hostage by his anxiousness. “Anyway,” he started, “I was thinking, maybe you should research some of the publishing houses in L.A and New York. I think once you do all the research and actually get a feel of the life you wish to live, you’d know which you’d like.” Will opened a draw in his desk and then handed me a folder. “This is a list of the publishing houses and their addresses. There’s a little bit of information in there about them but you’re going to have to do most of the ground work yourself. These people want to know more than you’re interested and passionate, that you understand what they’re doing. It’d be like half the training is done for them.”
I picked at the corner of the folder and straightened the bent piece. “Thank you so much. I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”
“Well, I, uh, I did have some help,” he stuttered. “It’s not like I went scavenging on my own.”
I nodded. “Right.” Was he embarrassed? Sounded like it.
“In any case,” he said, pulling out another, much more thicker, folder, “I need you to look over these and make sure the grammar and punctuation is on point, I need you to fact check, and also make some edits where needed.”
“Back to work then,” I said.
Will nodded and smiled. “What can I say, it’s never ending.”
I stood and was half way towards the door when Will caught my attention again. I turned around.
“Listen,” he began, “we still haven’t made a date for Casablanca and The Lion King, plus dinner. If you do end up going to New York, maybe we can have a date before then?”
“I’ve already been to New York,” I said. I had to steer clear from reminiscing a time that was once short-lived.
Will tilted his head. “But have you actually seen it?”
I shrugged. “Maybe just one visit before I finish my break from UCLA, just to loosen up a bit. Wouldn’t hurt.”
Will nodded. “Wouldn’t hurt, indeed.”
I smiled and then walked out. Once I got to my desk, I immediately remembered I hadn’t answered Will’s offer on the date. Instead of going back, I delved into my work. It was clear that no one puts up the road blocks but me.