22 - Is she stalking me?

My shift was coming to an end. I was finishing up organizing the last files in the company's system. When I focused on something, I hardly noticed the day passing, unless I was in the most painful boredom.

"Huh... And how is Gregory?" Samantha asks, trying to make conversation.

I'm surprised by her question. I didn't expect her to still care about him, or maybe she was just asking to avoid the almost deafening silence between us, as I was avoiding saying anything to her, afraid that I might slip up.

"He's doing well."

"I'm glad he finally found a friend. Sometimes, he rushes into things a lot."

Tell me about it.

"Has he given you a gift?" she continues the conversation.

"And you wouldn't believe it."

I end up smiling ironically as I remember what he had done.

"He furnished your apartment?"

"How did you know?" I look away from the computer screen and gaze at her in surprise.

"He really did that?" She laughs, as if she had made a bet and won. "It's so typical of Gregory to do that. Can