my name is Allegra

Hello, my name is Allegra. I'm working as an accountant in this city. Actually, I am an assistant of Mr Murphy, the real accountant. yet, I do mostly what an accountant does. Anyway, I am not gonna tell you what my job is. My life is what I am going to describe. Short words, but I hope you understand about who I am.

This morning, I'm rushing to the office, not because my boss came earlier, it was simply because I need to prepare everything for his meeting with an important client. I ran into the paper stall and grab some magazines -about economy and financial, of course- which takes me seconds because Ali is my good paper friend. Then I hit the nearest Starbucks. My heart beats faster when I stare at the very long queue. I slip into the coffee machine and greet Tom.

"Tom, hard morning huh? Could you snap me a cup of espresso, you know, Murphy will be there earlier"

Tom smiled and rush the espresso for me, yes, with a date request, again. I said, this evening, at Solo. Tom used to be my boyfriend when we were in the eight grade. He is cute, he will always be. But I don't see the significance of re-dating him after what he did to me on earlier days. (I'll skip this one, cause I need to rush to the office as soon as I could)

I arrived at the meeting room, empty, then I set the coffee and papers as good as it could looked. Fine! It is always easy. Almost forgot to open the windows and re-curve the seating position, this client is a tiny typical person, then I set it up that way. Anyway, Tom, okay, I'm a bit easy now to tell you what did Tom do on high school. Well, we were dating like three years, on my birthday, he gave me a surprise, a kitten. I screamed happily taking that kitten and named her Kelly. Apparently, Tom was buying it with stolen money from his boss at burger stall.

At first, I was touched. But then, I know he stole many things from me, petite form of course, but still, he stole them. Pencils, books, blankets, pants, jacket, pans, and other small stuff. I thought he was having the disorientation with stealing. Which people call it kleptomaniac. Weird, and we decided to broke up that day, yet keeping up as friends. 

Back to the office, I heard Mr Murphy's coming. I say hi and he started the morning dictation what to do and not to do to me, after all this time I worked with him. It is like a routing, and I'm getting used to it. Usually I put my earphones when he was talking, but this morning, I chose to listen more carefully to his instruction. As I guessed, usual protocol greeting client and serving them with data and solution about financial matters. I nod repeatedly and move forward to help Mr Murphy with his documents. This person reminds me very much to my dad in hometown. Old fashioned, leading and inspirational person at work. In the same way, dad is a great single fighter as single parents. I sometimes feel like I don't need mom having such a father like him. But yes, I miss my mom for most of the time.

My boyfriend, Andrew said, that dad is doing fine there. He still goes fishing with Andy, my cousin and Andrew still regularly drive him for shop in groceries. I'm so glad they have good times in there, meanwhile I am here writing reports, making calls and proposing solution for the richers.

Anyway, going to the meeting, or client today, Mr Tankado is a Japanese enterpreneur, having a bit problem with debt and credit with partners. His secretary, Anna speaks Japanese very good, itadakimas, is the word that she says the most when we are eating. I love talking to her, she's smart, sophisticated and devoted to Mr Tankado. I wish I could be as faithful as her (in work). We talked and discuss about the problem solving for two hours. Less time needed this time because me and Mr Murphy had set all the solution, hence Mr Tankado couldn't be agree for more.

I had lunch in Italian resto with Anna, she has an hour off and we start discussing about holiday, family and surely, Tom.

"I still can't believe your are  giving up such pretty creature like Tom" Anna started to tease me. I shrug many times and try to explain to her how comforting is to have such a person like Andrew. "I wish you could meet him and see how wonderful he is as a carer, a boyfriend, a son and a friend" we laughed and she is still reassuring that I may end up with Tom as my husband in the future "what you're feeling now, may not last, what you're having now, may not remains. Just don't give yourself such big empty expectations without making them true". Again, I laughed. We sipped our tequila and went off to work and started to get busy.

Maybe Anna was right, I thought me and Tom would last forever, we had best times of our live. it ends anyway. In the other hand, Andrew is a typical wise, hard working person and loving at weekends. I used to shop at traditional market with him and we went to the town festival every Saturday night. Sunday mornings are always between having him and his guitar in my house or me with the cone and cream breakfast for him in his flat.

He thinks a lot about our future with my dad of course. I am kind of like it to plan our future, with farms, gardens and shops in our house. The current issue is my business here in the city. With Mr Murphy order, I canceled my flights there and lost the chance to see my man there. Surely sad, but lately, Andrew was kind of arguing about his decision to find work here. Not that I don't like it. I just don't see the urgency of that. Gladly I end up explaining my position and plan to go back there asap. he agreed and yes, we re-planned our holidays. He loves music and books, he gave me many CDs and books about adventurous character. I love action movies and books. We really share good taste in these.

Yes, my plan is to resign from this job and apply for better one in my hometown. I've left it for five years and I don't feel comfortable any longer living in the city. On my date with Tom, he gave me views about leaving my job. "You can actually promote yourself, find other firms and get better position, Ex" He loves to call me Ex, referring ex-girlfriend. It is cute I think. "I know, Ex, but I miss my dad, I miss the air of my town, and surely, I miss Andrew the most" I call him Ex as well to get us connected in this thing. Good, because we will always be reminded that we have no relationship but just ex, not even friends. "Yeah, this Andrew man ruins your dreams here" He was not jealous, he was just being so emotionally expressive about how I should make better living here. I nod at most of his suggestions about working position and salary offer.

"Let's just stop dating this way Ex, I don't think it will be easy when I really leave" I said reluctantly. He was a bit shocked but then giggled "when you really leave is the day when I really have a true girlfriend here" he pointed at his chest and mocked me all night long. We end up with popcorn in my studio, watching Discovery Channel, our only one connection about wildlife and hosting a good program on TV.

"Have a good Saturday you, pretty jerk!" He tapped on my nose and left me with blankets around me that morning. Good, he had cleaned the cabinet and popcorn crusts in the couch, so I can sleep longer that day.

Because I know and Tom knows, we are not gonna have any longer weekends together. I'm gonna fly back next month, and he'll be missing me very much.