Rhea leaned in the doorway of Manny’s office, eating a strawberry swirl ice cream sandwich. She was watching him as he finished reading her Toolong review. She was nervous, hoping he liked it. He blushed as he got to the part where she’d written “… I licked the last bit of peanut sauce off his left ball, trying to cool us both down. The hint of sesame oil in that salty butter eased us into the eve’s last hour. As his hands slipped from my head, I left him there, sated by fat noodles of buckwheat flour.”
“Poetic.” he glanced at her, still blushing. It made her laugh.
“It’s OK?” she needed to know.
“The curry thing was five-ninety-five?” he asked.
Rhea nodded, “Sorry. I’ll try and watch that.”
“OK.” He nodded, “The rest seems OK.”
“Great.” she let out her breath. “So when do I get paid?”
“You like Mexican food–?” he changed the subject.
“Who doesn’t?”
“You like Posole?”
“Of course.”
“You tried the one at Tres Hermanos?”
“Are you kidding?”
“It’s good.”
“They buy their tortillas at Ralph’s.” she informed him.
“Don’t be a snob.”
“On a five buck limit?”
“Ok. OK…” he let it go for now then informed her, “You get paid Thursday, when it prints.”
“OK, I’ll see you Thursday–” she started to leave. He stopped her, “Did you really? In the car… or– ”
“Or?” she asked him.
“Did you make that up?”
“Yes, Manny.” she answered, “I really ate in my car.”
She again started to leave. Manny stacked her notepad pages. “I’ll type this up this time but next time use a word doc and email it to me or use your phone and message it.”
“I always use paper.”
“I am your boss you know.”
“I know.” She nodded. “I know.”
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