Mr. Smith

37: Preferences

The rest of the week flew by really fast. We had three meetings in a row. Two of them were sales meeting and one was the end of the end of the month report that the whole office attends. It was a lot of note taking for me since I had to write a ton of things down for Adam for future reference.

But now it's six o'clock on a Thursday night, meaning I have to get my ass to packing for tomorrow morning. Our flight leaves at five a.m. which I am not looking forward to.

I grab my suitcase from under my bed and unzipped it, opening it up. Since all I need are in the shopping bags Adam got me, it makes my packing so much easier. Especially since all the clothes are still folded and untouched from when they were bought.

I quickly pack my clothes and shoes and head into the bathroom to gather up my toiletries that I'll be needing. I pack those too as well in my suitcase. I don't plan on having a carry on item, so I make sure everything is in my big suitcase. I zip it up and roll it to my bedroom door for when it's time to leave.

Opening my closet, I pick out my airplane outfit which consists of dark skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, a tan knitted cardigan, a dark red wool scarf and black flats. Since I'm going to Rio, I don't need to bring a heavy jacket even though it's pretty chilly here in New York. I think my cardigan and scarf should give me plenty of warmth.

Once I've laid my outfit out for tomorrow, I leave my room and head into the kitchen where Carly is, eating out of a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream with the scooper.

"Don't we have spoons?" I ask, watching her take big mouthfuls off of the ice cream scooper.

She nods her head, swallowing her bite. "Yep. But I decided it'll taste better off the scooper than a regular spoon. And guess what! It does."

I give her a look, slowly nodding my head. "Uhuh, I'm sure."

"Ready for your big trip tomorrow?" She asks, scooping herself another big spoonful.

I open the fridge to see what's there to eat. "Yep. Just finished packing."

"Excited to be on a trip to Rio with Adam?" She laughs.

I roll my eyes as I grab the dish of leftover lasagna that I cooked on Tuesday.

"Shut up." I mutter, but still couldn't help my face from getting red.

"Speaking of, you've had plenty of time to think about it." Carly says, perching herself on the countertop.

"About what?" I ask, confused.

She gives me a knowing look, expecting me to know what she's talking about.

"You know."

I scoop out a portion of lasagna on a plate and heat it up in the microwave.

"No, I really don't know what you're talking about." I say.

She rolls her eyes. "Ugh, must I spell it out for you?"

I nod my head. "You might just have to."

"The whole thing about choosing between Adam or Ian. Remember that night I made dinner for us when Ian was there and after he left, we were talking about how you seem to be holding back feelings for him and you said you wanted more time to think about it?" She descriptively asks.