"Ah, sandwich runs." A voice that sounded vaguely familiar said. I picked my brain, trying to decide who it was, and then it hit me. Jay Wilcox. Ah, the sound of that accursed name. I don't know why I felt that surge of anger. I mean, I was perfectly fine when I was talking to Annie. Annie, I remembered. I couldn't look like an idiot and not say anything.
"Jay Wilcox?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. I felt fury, but I couldn't let my face show that. Ah, if I had my sight back, all the things I would probably be insulting him on. But I didn't, so I would have to be somewhat civil.
"It's been to long my friend." He said. Friend, he had called me. At the moment I felt nothing near friendly towards him.
"I didn't know we were friends." I said stupidly. 'Good going Auggie' I told myself mentally. I had officially made a fool of myself, and in front of Annie. Annie! I couldn't just let her stand there. "Annie, this is Jay Wilcox. My friend."
"Nice to meet you, Jay." Her soft yet slightly lower voice said. I knew she was being polite, but I felt another surge of anger as I heard them shake hands. 'Get a grip on yourself man!' I told myself. I was experiencing a totally new feeling here.
"Jay is the embodiment of 'The Man' and I mean that in a slightly prospective term. Not to mention, his father is Henry Wilcox." I said in a voice that was uncharacteristically sarcastic. I still didn't understand what the hell was happening here. Wait a second; this wasn't a totally new feeling. I felt the other night in the bar. When I was with Conrad and Annie.
"Wait a second, the Henry Wilcox? The head of Commercial Industries?" Annie's voice said again. I looked at her, well not really looked, seeing as I can't see, but I turned my head with the expression that equaled 'Dude?' Let's see, what did this situation have in common with the one in the bar?
"Yes, and you are making a name for yourself up on the 7th floor." Jay said, with his annoying and headache inducing voice. What do they have in common? I was there, and so was Annie…
"What is the 7th floor doing down here on this floor?" I asked with mild curiosity. I was disliking this guy more and more each second.
"I was assigned here." He said. That took me off guard. He was working down here? With me? And Annie? Wait, why did it matter if he was working with Annie? That's when it hit me. I was jealous. I had been jealous when Conrad was hitting on Annie, and I was jealous now.
"Does Joan know about this?" I asked. I had to get this guy out of here.
"Yes. She's thrilled." He said with mild interest. He was focusing on Annie.
"Sounds like Joan, to be thrilled that an interloper was thrown into her Department." I said with mild sarcasm. I was still analyzing the situation. That's the way my mind works. I analyze ways to get out of a situation, or in this case, get Annie out of a situation. They would be working together. They might even be partnered up on some missions. I had to find something, but what was I trying to find?
"Well, I have to go. Pleasure to meet you Annie." He said. They shook hands one last time and he rushed off. I realized, Annie would be attracted to stronger guys. I mean, Jay and Conrad were both Agents. If I wanted a chance with her, I had to brush up on my sparring. Wait, Annie's my best friend. I don't want a chance with her.
"Good looking guy, huh? I asked her nonchalantly. I would have to get out of there fast and find a way to clear my head.
"No." She answered politely. Even I could tell she was lying, and I was blind.
"Nice try." I said. I patted her shoulder and started to walk away. I decided I would definitely mot brush up on my sparring. I just had to clear my head. "Don't forget the pickles."
The I realized sparring was the way I cleared my head. Damn it.