Cancelled
thought we were seeing each other.”
    “And what does that mean? Do you even know? How will it impact this company?” Alex finally gave Johnathan her full attention after clicking Send. She sighed when she saw the hurt on his face. “Last night I thought a lot about Saturday night. And Sunday morning. I think until we're sure, we shouldn't tell anyone, least of all Eric. Just in case things don't work out.”
    “Who did you have lunch with today?” Johnathan could sense there was something she wasn't being straight about.
    “What? I just had lunch with an old-friend.” She began straightening the papers on her desk that were left out from before lunch.
    “So who was it?” Johnathan wasn't jealous a moment ago, but now he wanted to know why she was evading the question.
    “It was nobody. I had a quick lunch and hit the gym. I've been so distracted about us that I started reading and ended up walking three miles on the treadmill.”
    “Kyle?”
    “Why does it matter?”
    “Because I thought you were done with him. I wouldn't have started anything with you if I knew you weren't over him.” Johnathan was walking towards the door when her voice stopped him.
    “I am over him. He just wanted to have lunch and I agreed to it last week. I didn't think I needed to cancel since we're not even sure what we are. It was just lunch. It's not like I had sex with him.” Alex's guilt spilled between her words.
    “Sure.” A familiar blond head distracted Johnathan as he noticed it looking into his office door. He checked his watch. 4:00.
    “Johnathan, we're okay, right? I enjoyed this weekend, but I think we both need a little time to process everything.”
    “Yeah, whatever. I gotta go.” Johnathan's curiosity carried him back to his office. The woman outside of his office was the woman from the bar, nearly two months ago. Maybe she was looking for Eric.
    “Can I help you?” Johnathan startled her. She spun around, holding his shirt pressed and folded in her hands.
    “Hi. I, um, I have this for you.” Kellie Szachowski thrust his shirt into his hands.
    “Thanks.” The shirt appeared to be in relatively good shape. “Are you looking for Eric? Because I can take you to his office.”
    “Um, no. I was trying to find you, so I asked the guy out there.” She pointed to Zach's post. “He said the only guy who worked here with these initials was you, Johnathan Michaels.”
    “If you didn't remember my name, how did you find where I work?”
    “Oh, I asked the bartender. He reminded me about the robots because he's talked to you guys before. I guess that kinda sticks out to people. The robots. Anyway, I started to call robot companies I could find online. You guys were first because of the alphabet thing.”
    Johnathan had a hard time following her trail, and it seemed like a lot of trouble just to return a shirt. “You could have kept the shirt.”
    He moved to enter his office. Jonathan sat at his desk and looked for the official email to start work on the prototype. Kellie continued to stand just outside.
    “Do you think we could, um, go somewhere and talk?”
    “This is my office, we can talk here.” Johnathan pointed to the two chairs he had for guests.
    “No, I don't think that's a good idea. You might like this better if we were somewhere else. There's a park across from the Metro station, is that OK?”
    Johnathan rolled his eyes. If this was her attempt at securing another date, he wasn't biting.
    “I have a lot of work to do, Kellie. So unless there's nothing important, I'll have to take a rain check for another–”
    “I'm pregnant.”
    The heavy words sustained the silence between them. It wasn't until Kellie began to fidget that Johnathan snapped out of his shock.
    “I haven't had my workout for the day, a walk in the park sounds fine. The weather still nice?” She nodded. Johnathan hastily closed down his applications and pulled his laptop into his bag. Shutting off the light and closing the

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