Things at work were the same. It was as if nothing changed. Like that dinner never happened and no one knew I was gay or anything. Life just kept going and it was nice.

I knew that all of Zale's compliments, comments and kindness didn't go unnoticed. They lived in my brain. All of it. His voice echoed. Our conversations echoed and repeated. I mean not all of them were about organs or body parts. We talked about shoes, houses, travel destinations...favorite cereal. Everything.

I bought some red shoes on the same day that he did. It was totally coincidental. I came into work with my nice comfortable red shoes and saw him getting dressed. How did we always end up in the locker room together?

"You got new shoes!" Zale pointed out.

"I did. We were talking about them the other day and I bought these!" I smiled at my new shoes.

Zale chuckled as he pulled his shoes out of the locker. "I bought these!"

I laughed. "If they are the same shoes, I'm ending it!"

Zale laughed. "Mine have black on them."

I nodded but they were close to the same but his shoe was smaller. I have big feet. I am a monster and he wasn't. He was dainty and cute and perfect.

We spent the whole week enjoying our shoes and making comments. We always complimented each other's shoes and I'm pretty sure we were flirting but whatever. I enjoyed the attention. I really did.

There were a lot of moments that were nothing and everything at the same time. Things that I will remember and take with me to my grave. 

/////////////////////

I hope you are still enjoying the story. Thanks for reading!