Voicing the thought has me feeling all sorts of weird, but it was necessary to rule out any other options. It could have been for a number of Janes. Probably.
“No way.” April replies immediately, only, then she seems to pause. “Well, maybe. Is there another Jane in your building? I mean, as ‘plain Jane’ as it is, I don’t know that many Janes. Okay,” she amends quickly in only a way that April could. She was quirky with how her brain worked, running at about a million miles an hour. It was impressive, if not hard to keep up with at times. “I only know you.”
“True.” Jane had become somewhat unpopular of a name in the nineties when I was born, there were few and far between in my line of work, and by that, I mean none. My mother, being as old-fashioned and out of date as she was, thought the name was suitable for someone who would take over in her place.
“Okay then, you have a plan. Find out any other Jane’s in your building. Then we move on to phase two.”
“Phase two? What’s phase two?”
“Finding the guy, of course,” she tells me as if it’s obvious.
Shoot. It really should have been.
“Okay, well I’m at the guys’ loft, you sure you can’t come to game night?”
“Sorry, I have a dinner in—” I look at the clock and cringe. “Thirty minutes.”
“Okay, well, call me tomorrow with an update.”
I hang up with the promise made and sigh. How was I possibly going to find this guy?
Chapter Seven
“My heart is the ocean,
Full of colors,
Depths,
And dreams.
You can easily dive into my waters, get lost in my arms, and quench your thirst of grace and love.
My heart is the ocean.
Your ocean.”
-Alexandra Vasiliu
Warren
All evening I have been berating myself for chickening out and not giving Jane that poem. By now, she would know that I was interested, that I was planning on pursuing something with her. But no, I was still just the mailman to her.
Although, I doubt Jane—with what little I knew about her—would ever care about things like labels. Sure, she was the youngest CEO in such a high-powered job, but I didn’t get the vibe that she cared one way or another what people’s job titles were. She’d made it a point to learn my name, to introduce herself. Not very many people did that. Not even some of the board members or associates who worked on her floor knew me by name.
One problem I did face, however, was that the envelope I had intended on giving to her was now missing. I checked every inch of the mail cart and couldn’t find it anywhere.
Part of me wondered if the assistant who had been sitting there when I left the office had snagged it.
Part of me hoped she had, then I would know that Jane got it and I could prepare myself for some sort of acknowledgment about it in the morning.
Even though it wasn’t signed, I would hope that some part of her would know it came from me. We were new to each other, so it made sense.
Unless…
Unless she got notes like that from men all the time, admirers of her beauty and grace and the way she held herself. It wouldn’t be a surprise to me if she had more than one admirer.
I scribble in my notebook and sigh.