Jim's condo was small but modern, all black and white. The kitchen was bulky and plain, much like you'd expect a guy'sto be. His living room only had a one leather couch and the smallest coffee table I ever seen. No dining room. God he needed a woman to redecorate. "It's nice." I lie.

"Does it smell?"

I take a small sniff of the air, if it smelt I didn't want a load of it. To my surprise my nose noticed fabrez fresh linen. "It's fresh." I explore the rest of the condo, to the bathroom, junky, clothes on the floor, toothpaste on the sink and a bunch of water too. "God, your mom must have hated you as a teen."

"Yeah, she just gave up after a while. You hungry?"

"Let me guess, pizza."

"How'd you know?"

I roll my eyes. "You used to come to work with pizza scented shirts, I doubt it was cologne. You stunk."

"And you're attentive towards me, hmm, I wonder why."

"Shut up and get the pizza." He chuckles and dials a number on his phone, walking off. I peek into his bedroom, King sized bed all black sheets, no headboard, no night stands, no lamps. Not even a rug. A flatscreen was mounted above a black dresser. At least he has a plug in in the wall. I pounce onto the couch and cross my legs.

"Pepperoni and sausage, yes, thank you."

"You remembered."

"Yeah." He takes a seat beside me. "It was your first day at work, also no one stood a chance, you kept packing your plate. I remember wondering where you put it all, being so skinny. How much do you weigh, 100 pounds?"

"I'm not talking about my weight....okay?"

"Amanda, I'm trying to distract you." He pokes at my nose.

"We need a plan...also you can't go back to work...maybe you should call off for the week, say you have the flu."

"Hell yeah! What about you?" I think back to Maya. I whip out my phone and text her: R u okay? She replies back quick: yeah I'm good, he left where R u? "Hey...what's on your mind?"

"I can't miss school but then I don't feel safe going back to my dorm."

"Stay with me then." He wasn't asking as a friend.

"Jim...you know I'm not interested in you right? Like, I'm not trying to be mean but I see you as a friend."

He scoots up, his leg touching mine, his body leaning in. "But how do you know that?" His voice goes low and soft. "You haven't kissed me yet." He goes in for it. I hop up before our lips meet.

"What the fuck, you didn't even ask me really, really you're just gonna go for it?! You do know I was sexual harassed two days ago, I told you that, remember??! Fuck."

"I'm sorry..."

"I don't want to be touched like that, okay."

Jim nods, his brows wavering. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I thought it would help you relax."

"Just...ask a girl before you do anything, don't dominate the move. Ugh, I need something sweet, that's the only thing that'll make me not slap you right now!" I storm to the refrigerator and search for chocolate or juice...something. Like an addict I open a jar of jam, grab a spoon, and eat a glob full of it.