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Bruce said he had some boring business meeting with some investors but afterwards, he promised, he would come straight home. Maybe Alfred helped me with dinner. Maybe he helped me a lot. I set the table, ok? I was now sitting at a table and waited. Alfred took the night off to give Bruce and me some space. What did he expect would happen? I huffed. I know Alfred was playing matchmaker, he suggested the dinner after all. No chance in hell, though, that a man like Bruce would be interested in me. And this night would prove that yet again. I waited. Every time I heard the tiniest noise I would look to the door. I must have checked my phone a dozen times. Looked out the window even more so. I eventually gave up. What was I thinking? I looked at the nicely set table. It looked like we would be having a date. I was so stupid. They probably went to dinner to seal the deal. Or maybe Bruce got a better offer from one of his model/ballerina dates. Not that I could blame him, or them. I sighed. I cleaned the table and kitchen to the state it was before. I texted Alfred:
Hey Alfred.
I hope you're enjoying your night off? Thanks again for your help :). I cleaned the kitchen and put everything where it belongs. I also checked the alarm, everything is set and I'm heading to bed now. Nightie.
Defeated and feeling sorry for myself I went to the guest room and to bed. Really, what was I thinking?
I woke up by a gentle knock and the door being quietly opened. The light from the hallway illuminated the room a bit. I knew it was Bruce, my back was facing him and I pretended to be asleep. I was glad he was ok but I clearly did not want to talk to him. I heard Alfred whisper: “May I suggest a proper apology in the morning, sir?”
I heard Bruce sigh “That would probably be best.” and the door being gently closed again.
I would not cry. No, I wouldn't.
I did.