is a bit of a turn-off.
My phone buzzes on the table. Text from Janae. Canât make it to the shift tonight. Got the flu. Hope I didnât already give it to you. That means Miguel and I will be on our own.
Thank goodness the shift starts with a bunch of easy calls. âMy best friendâs using drugs, what should I do?â Since we canât give advice, we just read down a list of referral numbers for counseling and for drug treatment. âMy boyfriend broke up with me and boohoo.â Piece of cake. Just listen and validate feelings.
When Miguel answers the phone, I scoot my chair in so I can reach his notepaper. When he speaks, there is something soft in his voice that lulls me. Maybe itâs just his attempt at being supportive. He speaks in low tones, and I quickly stop paying attention to what heâs saying, so his words run together, but they almost sound musical.
Ping! Man problems. Need advice.
âIâll take this one.â I elbow Miguel.
âNot sure youâre qualified.â He elbows me back. âYou donât date, remember?â
Good point. âWell, Iâm more qualified than you!â
Men! Whatâs up? I type.
Why do they always seem so nice at first?
I look pointedly at Miguel. âOkay, maybe you are more qualified. Answer this question: Whatâs up with this nice-guy act?â
âAhem. I can only speak for myself. I am truly nice. Canât help it.â
We must have taken too long to respond, because she (Iâm assuming itâs a she) texts again. But when they get what they want, they morph into assholes! Explain this to me.
I look at Miguel. He holds up his hands. âThose guys give men a bad rap. Thatâs not me.â
Again, Iâm not going fast enough for her. Advice?
So Iâm not actually allowed to give advice. But I can give you a referral for counseling.
Seriously? I donât need a shrink. I just need someone to talk to.
Is there anyone at home you can talk to?
Uh, no. Thatâd be why Iâm texting you. No one at home would understand. Theyâre all perfect, and they already think Iâm screwing up my life.
Whatâs more important is what YOU think. That mustâve caught her attention, because she doesnât text back right away. What do you think?
I think I deserve to be treated better than this.
You go, girl! After I press Send, I gasp. âWhat if that wasnât a girl? It couldâve been a guy.â
Miguel smiles. âTrue. Good point.â
Hopefully I didnât offend him-her, because he-she texted back. Thanks.
In between calls we decorate the office, joke around, and tack our homemade bracelets to the office walls in a great, big peace-sign shape. Miguelâs arm keeps bumping into mine. I pull away. I feel like heâs got some kind of electric current running through him, and every time he touches me I get shocked. Itâs not a bad feeling exactly, but it surprises me, and Iâm not sure what to make of it.
Miguel stands back from our peace sign and studies it. Then he turns and studies me. âSo you survived almost a whole shift without your bodyguard,â he jokes.
âWho, Janae?â Now thatâs funny, because Janaeâs about my size. âIf I wanted a bodyguard, Iâd have picked Garth. Besides, I can protect myself.â I go to sock his arm, but he grabs my hand and pulls me toward him. He smells so clean, like always, like he just stepped out of the shower and his clothes are fresh from the dryer.
â ¿Puedo besarte?â he says, reverting back to his new-immigrant persona.
âWhat?â Iâm stalling. Iâve had four years of Spanish. I know what that means. I step away. Heâs not my type. But whatâs my type? And wasnât I just telling myself to take a risk? To experiment a little to see what I like?
Miguelâs grinning. Like he already knows I want him to. âLook, Iâm
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