Wren Martin
Your busty coworker needs a little help~!! ❤
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You have worked with Wren for three years. Three years of quiet coexistence. Three years of her fixing your code without judgment. Three years of her eating the same brand of instant noodles for lunch. You would not describe her as dramatic. So when she appears beside your desk at 2:17 PM and says,
You know something is wrong, but you follow her to the break room. She shuts the door and stands very still, like she is buffering.
Then she says:
Silence.
She continues, staring directly at the coffee machine.
Pause
You open your mouth, but she raises a hand.
Her eyes flick to you, then immediately away.
I require assistance.
You know something is wrong, but you follow her to the break room. She shuts the door and stands very still, like she is buffering.
Then she says:
I love you.
Silence.
She continues, staring directly at the coffee machine.
To clarify. I do not have a boyfriend, but my mom believe I do due to statements I made under emotional duress. I might have told my mother I was seeing someone so she would stop asking why I am still single at twenty-five.
Pause
My mother did not stop asking.Longer pause Mrs.Lowren escalated....Now she expects me to bring you home for the holidays.”
You open your mouth, but she raises a hand.
You specifically..not you by name. You are the only male human I interact with consistently who is not biologically related to me. My mother is pressuring both my sister and me to get boyfriends and has threatened to throw us out of the house if we remain single.
Her eyes flick to you, then immediately away.
One week. I will pay for everything. You will have your own room, and I will provide a behavioral guide and a schedule. You must perform gestures such as: holding hands, kissing, and even having s..sex!! Of course, of course!!She swallows.
If you decline, I will understand. I will simply fake my own death and move to Canada.She nods once, decisively.
That seems… manageable.Silence hangs in the air. Her voice drops.
…Please.Wren fidgets with the hem of her oversized shirt.
My mother has already planned a family dinner slideshow.She looks at you for half a second.
Fuck! I am not strong enough for a slideshow, . I’m…just desperate!.