The Kiss Contract - Part 2
by Aurora Bisou
Come on, Kim, you can’t ignore this.
I already told you, I don’t want to talk about it.
We were drunk.
We fell back into something convenient and comfortable.
Stop - that’s the thing.
You’re not just convenient and comfortable to me.
And I don’t want you to feel like I took advantage of you.
You didn’t.
I did. You just said it - we were drunk.
Neil, I really don’t think we should talk about this on IB.
Like that’s ever stopped you before.
We talk about everything, Kim.
You’re my person.
And God, if I took advantage of you while you were drinking…
Goddammit, Neil!
You didn’t, ok?! I wasn’t that drunk.
I knew what I was doing and did it anyway.
Obviously I should be the one apologizing.
Don’t make me feel even shittier, ok?
Wait - you wanted that to happen last night?
Ugh, yes. Don’t get all conceited about it.
I was upset about my day
And you were there and so nice and…
And?
I don’t want to talk about it.
Maybe we should.
Come on, you ran out this morning.
I didn’t even get to make you breakfast.
I didn’t WANT you to make me breakfast.
“Breakfast” doesn’t work for us, remember?
We’ve tried that before.
Look, I don’t want to hurt you, but…
OMG Neil!
What’s wrong?
Are you kidding me right now?!
You seriously thought this was a good idea??
Um… I still don’t know what you’re talking about.
Don’t play dumb with me.
I know you sent me these weird… stick things.
Are they supposed to be flowers?
Kim, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
What stick things?
A delivery man from the florist just dropped off these sticks for me.
They smell really good, actually.
They’re like, green and kinda dusty looking.
Lol, send me a pic.
Neil, you don’t need a picture because you sent them!
You already know what they look like.
Jesus Christ, Kim
I. DIDN’T. SEND. THEM!!
What the hell else do you want me to say?
All right, all right - don’t get your panties in a twist.
YOU know better than anyone that I don’t wear panties.
Shit, I’m being an asshole.
Maybe we just shouldn’t talk for a while.
Fine.
Fine.
Bye Kim.
Kim sits completely still for ten full minutes, staring at her screen.
Sure, she has contracts to write, but she doesn’t want to draft them.
She wants to talk to Neil.
So she does the next best thing - she draws. And she draws for hours.
She’s completely consumed by a sketch of Lorna, the receptionist,
When she hears a man clear his throat behind her.
I see you like the eucalyptus I sent you.
YOU sent me these sticks?
Not sticks, eucalyptus.
Potato, po-tah-to. I still don’t understand why you sent them to me.
I wanted you to know that I think you’re beautiful.
Does that line seriously work on anyone?
You tell me.
Kim waves her hand in front of her face, brushing away the question.
You’ve never even spoken to me before.
No time like the present.
Okay… well… is this even allowed?
Don’t you work in HR?
I do, but I’m not assigned to you.
Besides, they’re JUST eucalyptus and…
Kim cocks her eyebrow.
And how about a date?
A date?
Yeah, you know, after-work drinks?
Something casual to get to know each other?
I’m not sure I’m in the “dating” place right now.
I’m not sure “the dating place” is even a real thing.
Look, why don’t you take a couple hours to decide?
You can call my extension when you do.
With that, Brad strides off down the hall and Kim can’t help it…
She tracks his lean form as he goes.
She looks back at her computer and finds a string of IB’s from Neil.
With her heart racing in her chest, she reads.
Kim?
Kim, I can’t ignore you.
And I know you can’t ignore me either.
Come on, how many people do you know who can stay friends after dating, like we did?
That’s gotta mean something.
It does, Neil.
And I don’t want to minimize our friendship…
But even you need to realize that this thing between us…
It isn’t healthy.
Maybe we can’t be friends.
What? You don’t think we can?
I don’t. Not if we’re both single.
Look, Brad from HR asked me out.
He’s the one who sent me that delivery.
WHAAAAT?!
Hahahahhaha
I’m going to say yes.
Kim, no.
You don’t even know that guy.
And he works in HR.
Come on.
It’ll be a good thing.
We probably have a better chance at being friends…
Like, REAL friends -
IF I have a boyfriend.
Are you kidding me right now?
I know you. This isn’t you.
You obviously don’t know me as well as you think you do…
Because this IS what I want.
I’ll ttyl
Kim, wait.
Kim?
Kim!!
Kim picks up her desk phone and looks up Brad’s extension.
She presses each button forcefully, convincing herself that
This is a good idea.
Brad? It’s Kim.
I’m in - when and where?
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