I have it bad for my grumpy boss.
Mr. Mavis is thirty-five.
He shouldn’t be grumpier than an old man complaining about the summer heat.
I witness his tender side when his daughter’s around.
I’ve watched the grump from afar for years.
I’m the reason he’s the way he is.
As much as I want a second chance with him, I know that can’t happen.
Secrets, lies, and tragedy keep us apart.
Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Moscato