"Stopping, sitting down and finding time for reflection are considered to be the most essential action related to fulfilling a human's destination"
― Sunday Adelaja

If you're looking for somebody who
Will love you through the night
And be there in the morning with
The same look in their eyes
If you're looking for somebody who
Will listen to your thoughts
And understand the way you feel
With no words at all

If you need appreciation
Without compensation
Someone to give you what you need
If you're looking for some magic
That will not end tragic
Darling, all I ask is you consider me

Consider Me Lyrics by Allen Stone

Michonne sighed heavily. For a whole month, she wasn't getting anywhere fast with her new strategy. She had no other creative way to purposely be in the same room with a high-level executive who was everything she wanted wearing a suit and tie. She felt their destiny would surely aline once she befriended a relative of this particular executive, who worked in the mailroom. Michonne's scheme was her last-ditch effort.

Thanksgiving was just a couple of months away.

Michonne continued to replay the scene in her mind when she stepped into the elevator and stood next to the Man of men, Mike Wesson. A ten-second ride in silence. Not one word from her. The missed opportunity nagged her. She had recently stopped bringing it up to her coworker, who showed annoyance. What she recalled was how Mike greeted her as was customary when coming face to face with someone. From the very sound of his deep baritone voice, Michonne wanted to swoon. His Good Morning, had her a tongue-tied mute inside the Go Stop elevator going down to the first floor.

Michonne considered Mike Wesson all types of chocolate sexy. And she was convinced he would be her future husband. Before work, Michonne would chant Mike Wesson's name after putting away her vibrator.

Mike's relative who worked in the mailroom at Go Stop Insurance had promised to invite Michonne to his family's next Thanksgiving if she could beat him at Mortal Kombat. She couldn't. But she tried. Michonne's attempt at playing was purely in hopes of achieving a win. She was determined to win by playing the long game.

Michonne was more than aware that if she were playing cards, her coworker was stealthily stealing a couple of aces. He was always checking out her deck. Michonne didn't necessarily mind him peeking because he was revealing his hand too.

Michonne glanced down at her phone. She had a message from her coworker who also moonlighted as her frisky friend.

Rick: What are you doing?... Why aren't you responding to me? It's been twenty minutes...I'm driving over—safety check.

"Damn it!" Michonne exclaimed.

Michonne took her frustration out on the armrest of her sofa. She had lost again. Terry was a proficient gamer, and it was blatantly obvious upon viewing Michonne's consecutive losing streak.

"Have you had enough?" Terry chuckled.

"Give me a 10-minute break, asshole. I have a friendly clown coming to do a safety check. If I don't respond to him within a certain period like now he will be at my door."

"Is it that white guy you are always around at work?"

"Yeah. That guy. And right now, he's blowing up my phone. I promise you it is the only reason I lost." Michonne touted not realizing what and how much she prophesized.

"You have lost every single game. Either your white guy is the reason or you need to come to terms, you suck."

"Practice makes perfect, damn it." Michonne declared not denying any part of her opponent's statement.

"Ha, Ha Ha. The only way I will give up the goods on my cousin Mike, you will have to beat me, Michonne. At the rate you are going, maybe you should look to the guy you are always with at work as someone to hook up with if he's down with chocolate."

"My chocolate does not officially swirl with sugar-free wholesome vanilla. He is very wholesome. Strangely fun to be around. Just really good friend."

"What makes you think my cousin is any better than what you have found? My cousin happens to be a nerd and a vegan and just as wholesome." Terry revealed something Michonne wasn't aware of regarding her future husband.

"A vegan nerd?" Michonne's enthusiasm was short-lived after receiving another ping!

Rick: I'm 10 minutes away.

"Hold the details to my very favorite vegan nerd. I will be back online later. I have to stop this Welfare Safety Check headed my way." Michonne tore the headset off after disconnecting from the game to respond.

...You do know I am trying to have a seat at the Thanksgiving Dinner Table with none other than Michael Wesson on the Eighth floor?

Rick: How is that coming along?

...I'm losing. Happy? (emoji)

Rick: Extremely. (emoji)

What do you want? I am off the clock. It is Friday night.

Rick: I got the hair cut. I sent a picture. Wanted to know what you thought?

Michonne scrolled up to find the most recent picture he had sent. He was looking for approval.

... Jessie did that?

Rick: Yes.

Did you ask her out?

Rick: No.

Then, why did you have her cut all of it off?

Rick: I didn't realize until it was too late.

Why didn't you ask her out?

Rick: It didn't come up.

You were supposed to bring it up.

Rick: I didn't bring it up. I think you know why.

Your thoughts are not my thoughts unless you plan to share them.

Rick: I did ask her if she watches the Walking Dead.

What did she say?

Rick: No. Not a fan.

So you still allowed her to cut your hair? This is a red flag. I can't wait until you share those thoughts.

Rick: I knew you wouldn't like it.

Didn't say I didn't like it. I'm saying, why didn't you tell her how much to take off before taking it upon herself to give you a big chop?

Rick: I was nervous.

Apparently, and for no reason.

Rick: Are you still playing that game?

The game, no. I'm tired of losing. The long game, of course, but only if I can't relate to your thoughts.

Rick: Do you want me to grab pizza and beer? We can binge-watch something on Netflix.

We are going to be fat and lazy. (gif)

Rick: Better together.

Where are you?

Rick: Parked in front of your favorite Pizza spot.

A/N: 06/29/2020 Corrections made.

Original below:

A/N: Well, what happened was...lol. I know, I know. I have other stories that need updating. All I Need, Baptist Town, and possibly many more. I know I should be ashamed. But believe it or not, I am still working those stories. I had just stumbled upon this and it is near complete status. This will go boom, boom Boom.

This is a short story, and believe it or not no one is married! No infidelity. What is this story about? The heck if I know. I hope to figure it out as I post. I also did something weird with the texting conversation. I will let it marinate before going back to the original formate. If (emoji) or (gif) leaving up to the reader to imagine.

P.S.

If anyone is new to my storytelling...well, as usual, the chapters are not in order. Puzzle pieces. Glimpses of a relationship unfolding.