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Dennis kicked off his shoes just behind the door, he left his jacket on the little chair by the mirror and slid into the sofa. He was tired as hell, his head hurt and his feet were sore from running around the ER all day long. He scrolled through his phone, news as saddening as usual. He instead texted his mother, back from work already. It was his third month at PTMC, maybe the hospital routine was starting to take a toll on him. The bags under his eyes were growing, not even farm life had been that hard. He glanced up from his Instagram feed, Trinity’s door was closed so she must be elsewhere. It didn’t seem like a bad moment to enjoy some alone time, even if it meant showering and walking back to his room without clothes on. His fingers hovered over the screen for a bit more, he looked through his apps and then one of them caught his eye. It sat on the menu, he hadn’t used much— just to set up an account and really, it hadn’t been his idea.
He had been tipsy, Trinity was planning to drag him to a gay bar and Victoria had been laughing at them. And then a much more embarrassing idea had occurred to Trinity, and it was way worse as far as it concerned Dennis. The girls chose the pics for him and there it was, now his Grindr profile stared back at him. D.W., 26, green dot right under his name. He scrolled past a few profiles, then remembered he didn’t set the account so the age filter is completely off. He increased it a bit, maybe a lot depending on who you were.
The main page had clearly changed and he scrolled down past a few more profiles until a very interesting one came across the screen. It read horn(y), 44. It would have been cringe if Dennis hadn’t been on this questionable app on a Thursday afternoon after a 10 hour shift, with another one coming in less than 12 hours. His profile showed toned abs and arm, breathtaking smile and gray stubble. He didn’t have a face yet, but Dennis decided he was going to like it. He then pondered how to start a conversation with this man, what was he hoping to find here?
He then remembered Victoria pointing out the little fire icon on the bottom of the screen, maybe if he lured the other in with that. Dennis could work with that, and then play along. He locked the phone, put it in his pocket and walked to the bathroom. He took his time in front of the mirror, ran the water for it to be extra hot and then put some music on. Before going in, he pressed his finger to the screen just above the fire button. He let the water run for a while, singing along to the tunes and started scrubbing himself. No sign of Santos by the time he was finished, he let the music on in the bathroom and left for his pajamas. “I’m home, Huckleberry!” He heard Trinity yell, probably from the door. “What’s with the sexy music, dude?”
Dennis peaked through his door, “I thought I’d be alone for a while, sorry.” Santos grinned, the music lowered itself and then a notification. The sound, then again. Thrice. Dennis sprinted towards the bathroom, “Oh God.”
“No way!” Trinity ran after him, she began to snicker. “You’ve been using it.” She laughed, “Wait, that’s what the sexy music was for, you sicko?” He blushed, she was teasing him and he blushed. Fuck. “Show me! Let me see him, c’mon”
He squeezed the phone against his chest, “In due time. Let me handle him first. It.” Trinity laughed. “Stop laughing, it’s not that funny.”
“I trust you with this one, cowboy.”
[22.56] hi there
[22.57] no need to be shy
[22.57] right?
Dennis stared at the screen, it looked right back at him. It was way past his usual bedtime, he would regret this during his morning shift. He typed, deleted, rethought and then typed again. He knew he would be red, it was embarrassing even when he was alone in the dark of his room.
[23.00] wanna hang out tomorrow?
[23.02] shy but quick
[23.02] cute
[23.02] yours or mine?
[23.03] a bar?
[23.05] super
[23.06] [location]
[23.06] here, 8PM
[23.10] yeah
[23.10] nice
[23.11] talk tomorrow
[23.15] already sleepy?
[23.20] early shift, sorry :(
[23.24] sleep tight babe
Dennis' face felt hot, shit, his whole body did. He wanted to reply, be as smug as possible right then. He thought, thought, thought and then.
[23.30] nice dreams
[23.35] maybe you'll be there ;)
[23.37] see you then
He was pleased with the answer, his new friend didn't reply so he busied himself looking through his profile again. He recognised the first pic, the second one was a selfie from a high angle. He was wearing sunglasses and smiled dashingly, he had a thing for being shirtless or so it seemed. Most people on the app apparently did.
He had a third and a fourth pic, both of them taken on a mirror. He could see a very tidy loft, Dennis liked it. The first one was of him dressed very nicely, his shirt was tucked in a pair of jeans too tight for Dennis’ liking but there was no denying he knew what suited him the best and was using it cleverly. The last picture felt like a present, good job, you made it through my profile? His face was cropped, of course. But it really was the only thing left to the others’ imagination. The man in the picture smirked because he knew how good he looked, Dennis’ mind started to race. He wore a set of very tight briefs, Dennis kept telling himself to focus on the smile, on the abs, anything really. Not on the bulge, he could totally do that. And he was failing miserably.
He looked at the time, almost 1 A.M. and it seemed like his body had forgotten about the whole sleeping part he was supposed to be doing. If he wasn’t sleeping, might as well have a good time before dozing off. It would come back to bite him in the ass, sooner or later.
***
“You good over there, Whitaker?” He opened his eyes, he regretted closing them and then regretted each of last night’s decisions. Dr Robby was staring at him, eyebrows raised. “I don’t want you falling asleep on duty. If you had a rough night, call it a day. Pack it up and go home.” He stood there, Robby wanted an explanation even if it was a poor excuse.
“Won’t happen again Robby, didn’t get much rest.” He said, rubbing his eyes. “I promise.”
“I can’t have you like this here, can’t take a nap with patients around. Do you understand?” Dennis nodded, he knew very well this was unprofessional of him. “There’s coffee at the staff lounge, feel free to grab some if you need. I can give you a 15 minutes break, will you take it?”
He shook his head, “I’ll get some coffee, I can keep up, really.” Robby looked at him, “I can do that, yeah.”
“Go ahead Dennis, no more than 15 minutes.” Robby smiled, squeezing his shoulder.
Dennis walked past him, through the white soaked corridors and into the lounge room. He poured some coffee in a clean cup and slid into the chair. He closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility of it all. He had been running around all day, after 7 hours it was starting to down on him that he had slept like shit. He put the mug to his lips and sipped, eyes still closed. He wanted to scream, he had been dumb and a bit too horny, fuck. The door clicked shut softly, he blinked. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were here.” It was Jesse, he rummaged through the cabinets in search of a clean mug. “Rough night?”
He nodded, “Stayed up too late, it was dumb.”
Jesse sat across the table, a smile played on his lips. Dennis looked away, he chuckled. “Was it good?”
“What?” He looked up from the mug, he didn’t know if he liked or not Jesse’s smirk. “I slept like shit, if that’s what you’re asking.” He traced his finger along the mug’s handle and drank a bit more.
“You’ll get used to it, it doesn’t get better but you grow into it.” He said, sipping while looking at Dennis. “Or it’ll grow into you, it doesn't really matter.” Dennis hummed in agreement, he hoped Jesse was right. They sat in silence, coffee in hands. Jesse grabbed his phone, Dennis observed him for a while and then closed his eyes. He wanted those 15 minutes triplicated. When he looked at the clock, he only had a couple of minutes left. “Need you back?”
“Break’s almost over, yeah.” He smiled faintly, Jesse picked up both of their mugs and walked towards the sink. “Thanks man.”
“No problem, Whitaker. Rest while you can, you’ll need it tonight.”
He left with a smile, Dennis felt ashamed. As if he were a child again, and he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Jesse had meant it casually, it was Friday after all. Fridays are for going out with friends, coming back to your family house or just resting. But he could feel the red going to his cheeks, shit. His phone buzzed, no sound thank God. An orange notification sat on the bottom of the screen, it would take just one second to reply really.
[13.38] whats up goodlooking
[13.40] still at work
[13.40] you?
[13.43] same
[13.43] still up for tonight?
[13.44] yeah!
[13.44] can’t wait really
[13.47] u on breaktime?
He hoped for a text back but Dr King poked her head through the door, “Hi Whitaker, can I borrow you for a second? We might need your help out here.” She said it very softly for only Dennis to hear, “It’s getting crowded before the shift is over, Robby said to get everyone ready. I can wait a little, if you need it.”
“Oh, don’t worry Mel. I’m fine, just tired.” She smiled, he did it back too.
“It’s been a rough week, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.” She opened the door for him, “You seem like a smart guy.”
They both laughed, then walked to the ambulance bay where patients began to crowd as always.
***
Dennis pressed his palms to his eyes, he hadn’t gotten much sleep once he got home in the afternoon and now he was almost to the meeting point. He had shared his live location with Trinity just in case, he wanted to throw up as he paced near the bar. The sun was beginning to set as he got a text from his flatmate.
[21.33] stop thinking
[21.33] he’s gonna adore u
[21.33] get him tiger
He didn’t have it in him to reply, he pocketed his phone and crossed the street. He rocked back and forth by the door, waiting. He didn’t know the other by face, but Dennis’ pictures had shown most of his face so he would be recognisable. He checked the clock, maybe he had arrived too early. He went in and ordered a beer, if he sipped slowly it’d be a nice method to lose some of his anxiety over this meetup. He took a long sip, then another. His eyes darted to the door every time it opened, none of them approached him.
He almost texted Santos but then, “Whitaker?”
He turned around, he recognised the voice almost immediately. “Jesse, hey.” He smiled then after a beat, “Call me Dennis, please.”
Jesse grinned, “Mind if I sit here?” Whitaker shook his head, “Were you waiting for someone?”
He shrugged, “Thought I was, but no worries. Are you meeting anyone?”
Jesse was silent for a moment, he asked for a beer and then turned. “I found you.” He smiled, “It’s nice to see a familiar face from time to time.” Dennis nodded in agreement, “Do you wanna move to a booth? It’s more comfortable and private, my back is killing me.”
Dennis snickered lowly, Jesse grinned at him probably aware of his thoughts and then proceeded to walk towards a booth. They sat facing each other, just as in the staff lounge that morning. “So this is what you do after, what, 12 hours in the hospital? I thought you’d be K.O.”
“Is this another joke about my age, Dr Whitaker?” Jesse had that shit-eating grin of his, eyes very focused on Dennis. “I thought you’d be the one tired tonight. I imagined you would be back at your place, pajamas on and laying on the couch.” He said, “Or at least that’s how I pictured you.”
Okay. Dennis didn’t understand where this was coming from nor where it was going, but he decided to play along for as long as Jesse kept going. He sipped at his beer, Jesse waited for an answer. “Think of me much?” He grinned back, fuck.
“You’re funny, kid.” Jesse said, fingers drumming against the wooden table. “Who were you expecting tonight?” The bar was crowded but Dennis felt all the attention on him, at least he had Jesse’s. “A little play date?”
“Not really.” He said, dragging the last syllable. “I was meeting some dude from Grindr, see where it went.” He shrugged, Jesse raised an eyebrow. “What? Can’t a guy like me want to be a little manhandled sometimes?”
Sweet Jesus, embarrassment crept up his lower back but he did his best to push it away. Jesse hadn’t been expecting that kind of answer, his face was telling enough. He seemed surprised but then regular Jesse was back. “Is that what you wanted?” Dennis felt Jesse’s knee pressing against his leg, he didn’t want him to stop. “Maybe you could get it,if you asked nicely.”
Shit, fuck.
Dennis felt hot, the words’ effect spread from his chest downward. He stared at Jesse, he hadn’t really been paying attention to his looks— not much at least. He found most men at work attractive really but he hadn’t expected Jesse to be gay and to be like this, do this kind of stuff with a coworker. It seemed like a bad idea. But the more he gazed and the more Jesse moved his leg, the more interested he became. “Backing down already?”
He wanted the table gone, the bar emptied, alone time with Jesse. He’d have extra shit to navigate during the weekend and on Monday but now, he needed hands on him. He grabbed at Jesse’s knee, how else was he supposed to proceed? He quickly slid out of the bench and sat closer to Jesse. He was grinning widely, Dennis knew he would have hated that grin but now he was too deep in whatever this was. Jesse put an arm around him and pressed them together, mouth lingering over his ear. “Can we do this here?” Dennis asked, breath a little ragged.
Jesse traced his fingers from Dennis’ knee to the inside of his thigh, “Worried about someone joining in?” Jesse’s mouth moved to his neck, placed a wet kiss. It was long and wet, Dennis stopped himself from whimpering. “Don’t want them to hear?”
Shit, shit.
“I can handle two of you.”
Jesse pulled away, eyebrow quirked up. “You’re full of surprises, Whitaker.”
Dennis didn’t need the praise, he might enjoy it but it was not necessary right then. He turned in the seat, really it was too tight to even start some action but he tried to anyway. He pulled Jesse closer, he kissed him desperately. He didn’t care if it made it obvious how starved he had been, how much he wanted Jesse. The other didn’t seem to mind either, his hands quickly found a place to rest on Dennis’ hips. He grinded down, any kind of friction would be welcomed. Jesse smiled into the kiss, he was aware of how bad this spot was for a make out session but where else?
“Take me back to your place.” Dennis whispered against Jesse’s lips, “Please, it can’t be mine.” He wouldn’t be explaining this to Trinity any time soon. It was a decision he had made along the way, probably after hitting that fire button. Jesse bit down on his lower lip, he groaned lowly. “Please, Jesse.”
Dennis looked up in time to catch him swallowing, he closed his eyes and kissed Jesse again. “My place, yeah, not far at all.”
Lips were swollen already, Dennis began to walk towards the door with his jacket pressed against his abdomen. Once outside the air was cold, the sun finally hidden. Jesse didn’t hesitate to embrace him again, he pressed Dennis against the wall. His knee found its way between Dennis’ legs, Jesse kissed his neck. He drove his hands underneath Dennis’ tee, cold fingers dragging along his navel. Dennis buckled his hips, he needed Jesse on top of him and a good session of this.
They hurriedly made their way over to a ten‑story building, they began kissing as the elevator’s doors clicked shut. Dennis could see their reflection on the mirror side, he didn’t mean to stare but it was a nice view. Jesse’s tight shirt meant he could see his back muscles moving underneath as he held Dennis’ arms pinned to the sides of his head. They were breathless by the time they reached the top floor. Dennis followed him through the corridor, he turned back. “I have a cat, hope it’s okay. She’ll try to run away as soon as I open the door.” Dennis stared at him, “I’ll catch her, don’t worry. And I’ll close the bedroom door.”
Jesse’s cat seemed to be extra well‑behaved today, she sat across the hall with her head tilted to the left and she did not try to escape the house. “Want a drink?”
Jesse threw his jacket to the couch, Dennis did the same. Jesse rummaged through a cabinet, Dennis approached him. He grabbed Jesse by the hips and turned him around, “I would never turn down a free drink, but right now it’s not on my top priorities.” He said, then dropped to his knees. “It’s far from it, really.” He looked up as he began to unbuckle Jesse’s belt.
“You’re unbelievable.” Jesse muttered, hand caressing Whitaker’s curls. He unzipped the pants and pulled them down, tight briefs with not much more space left. “Shit, Dennis.” He pressed his mouth to Jesse’s dick, tongue running up against the clothing. Jesse’s hips buckled. Dennis hummed against the tip, shivers running down Jesse’s back. He kissed his thighs, it was driving Dennis mad how strong they felt under his grip. He played for a bit over the hem, sucking and then biting. He knew Jesse was liking it, his fingers tangled with Dennis’ hair and pulling at it. Dennis tugged his underwear out of the way, he had been waiting for this. He sighed and then pressed his tongue on the tip, then ran it down the shaft. He grinned wickedly when Jesse moaned, he was getting way too hard over this.
Dennis opened his mouth, sucked it in with as much finesse as he could muster right there and then. He gripped tightly at Jesse’s hips when he started thrusting into Dennis’ mouth, he relaxed his jaw and let him do as he wished. He could feel himself throbbing against his trunks, jeans still on, too much fabric between him and Jesse. He rubbed himself against Jesse’s leg, he laughed but kept sliding in and out. Dennis looked up, he must look too pathetic for his own dignity but this had just begun and his head was already spinning, heart racing with anticipation. Jesse thrusted once more and pulled out completely, “How are you feeling?” Dennis mumbled something affirmative, mouth still hanging open. “Wanna move this to the bedroom? I’d bend you over the counter,” Dennis shuddered, keep going, keep going “but she’s been staring.”
Dennis turned around, the cat sat on the other counter. She licked her paw very slowly, eyes focused on the pair. He had forgotten about the cat, he went red. “Shit, yeah, sorry.” Jesse laughed wholeheartedly, it filled the room.
Dennis stood up, his legs hurt a bit from kneeling. Jesse kissed him hard, a little bit of teeth on the way. He whimpered as a big hand pressed against his crotch. They got to the bedroom and then eventually to the bed, nothing had pulled them apart on their clumsy walk towards the room. Jesse shut the door behind them. He looked around quickly, full of things in a chaotic way but tidy and clean.
“Take them off, now.” He turned to Jesse, he had already kicked his pants and briefs out and was working on the buttons of his shirt. Dennis threw his tee to the floor, “Too slow, Whitaker.” Jesse pushed him down on the bed, crawled on top of him. He kissed his chest, extra care on the collarbone and nipples. His hand moved from his chest to his navel and then past his jeans, he stroked Dennis’ dick. “Want a little help?” Dennis stared, mouth wide, dumbstruck. He tried to get his pants undone but Jesse moved his hand away, “I’ll do it for you.” He nodded, what more could he say?
Jesse talked against his skin, making sure he felt every one of his mouth’s movements. Dennis wanted to undress, to have Jesse’s skin against his, to get some release. Jesse took his time instead, he dragged his tongue slowly towards the zipper while seconds turned achingly long in Whitaker’s head. He pulled everything down in one go, Dennis kicked it off his feet. Jesse grabbed him, thumb pressed to the side of his tip. He took a deep breath, he was going to faint. Jesse stroked him a few times, slowly just to remind Dennis there was no other place for him right then.
He was going to burst, Jesse had moved to pin him to the bed. Their dicks pressed together, then Jesse began to thrust. “God, Jesse.” He felt the smile against his neck, then teeth grazed the soft skin. Dennis hadn’t expected for it to be this long, this weirdly caring. He didn’t know what expectations he had for Jesse, really. But he was exceeding everything. He hadn’t expected his fingers to be callused either, but he felt it as he pressed them around their shafts. “Fuck me,” and then in a whisper, “please”.
Jesse stopped to look at him, his mind raced with various thoughts. What would they do next time they shared a shift? How was he gonna do it? What did Whitaker get from this? He had a boy in his bed. If anyone found out, what would they think of him? Dennis wanted this as badly as him, didn’t he? His eyes were almost closed, hips buckling in search of some friction. Jesse grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand, he put it on carefully and saw Dennis outstretched hand. He poured some lube on it, Dennis stroked his dick with his long fingers until all of it was wet. He then laid down on his stomach, ass up in the air. Jesse waited, he stared at Dennis’ butt. He leaned down and kissed the small of his back, then traced his rim with lube-soaked fingers. Jesse moved softly, Dennis moved along as if they had been doing this all night long. He laid next to Dennis, kissed his shoulder. “How is it?”
Dennis nodded, and Jesse slid a second finger inside. His fingers curled inside of him, he was too tight. “Shit, please, faster.”
Jesse did as asked, he kept kissing his neck, his back. Dennis’ back arched a little as he pushed back into the fingers. He pulled out, then pressed his tip against Dennis. He moaned lowly as Jesse thrusted in, groaning. “Okay?”
“Fantastic, really.” Whitaker said, out of breath. He steadied himself with his hands, trying to figure the rhythm out. Jesse was slow, patient. “I’m not gonna break, give me everything.” There was a little chuckle, being cocky would have to suffice if he wanted to get railed.
Jesse’s hand pressed between his shoulderblades pinning him to the pillow, the other gripped tightly at his hip. He did in fact give him everything, Dennis’ body moved with every thrust and he groaned and moaned. His face hitting the pillow each time that Jesse rammed into him. After a while, Dennis stopped resisting the hand on his back and laid on his stomach fully. Jesse’s hand rested next to his head on the pillow, the other wrapped around his dick. Each thrust came with a stroke, Dennis was a whimpering mess at the change of pace. He could hear Jesse grunting, he was close and so was Dennis. He kept going, each time harder, restless until Dennis came all over his hand and his duvet. He then thrusted a few more times, until he gave in too. He pulled out and then laid next to Dennis.
Jesse threw the condom to the trash, he sighed. “You’re a natural.” He knew it was a dumb thing to say, but he didn’t know what to say after that. Dennis smiled, turning around to look at him.
“You’re not bad yourself” Jesse raised an eyebrow again, “for an old man.”
They both laughed, “Well, that’s on you, Dr Whitaker.” Dennis shoved him playfully. They stared at each other, “I’m not trying to kick you out, but I need to clean this up, sorry.”
Dennis stood up, his legs were sore. Not only his legs, really. “I can help.”
Jesse shook his head, “Take whatever you want from the kitchen, I’ll finish in a second.” Dennis left the room, the cat was sprawled on the kitchen counter. He got a little flustered with the severe eye contact. He looked through a few cabinets until he found the glasses, then the fridge for some water. He returned to the room, a new set of sheets spread over it. He offered a glass to Jesse, “Thanks, Dennis.” He smiled warmly.
“Do you mind if I clean up a bit? I don’t wanna walk around all sticky.” He said pointing to the mess in his bush. “Shit, is it already 2 A.M.?” Jesse turned around to look at the clock, then nodded. “There’s no subway to take me home, fuck.”
“You know I’m not kicking you out, right?” Jesse took a step closer, “Shower if you want, I’ll leave some clothes on the sofa for you. You can take the bed, I’m used to the couch, really.” He said, a hand on the small of Dennis’ back. “Unless you’re uncomfortable, we can call a taxi. I just need it done quickly, I work tomorrow night. Well, technically tonight.”
Dennis looked at him, thought about working a night shift after this almost knocked him out. Jesse guided him to the bathroom and left, he took a quick shower. All he wanted was to feel fresh again, he stared as the foam went through the drain. On the couch, Jesse had laid out some underwear and a band tee. He put them on, Jesse observed every move from his armchair. “Thanks for all of this.” Dennis spoke softly, “You can take the bed, I don’t want to jeopardize your night shift.”
Jesse laughed, “Well, I don’t mind sharing, if you’re okay with it.” Dennis was so on board that he ran straight to the bedroom, Jesse trailed behind him. They laid in bed in silence, Jesse closed his eyes first. “Goodnight, Whitaker. Will you still be here when I open my eyes?”
He didn’t reply at first, he didn’t know either. So he decided not to lie, “Sleep tight, Jesse.”
***
“Where were you?” Santos came to him as he unlocked the door, “I lost your location around midnight, what happened?”
Before he answered, he had to reach the kitchen and pour himself some coffee. “My phone died but I’m back unharmed and in one piece, see? Nothing to worry about, really.”
She sat across from him, her expression excruciating. “Are you gonna keep him a secret or what?” He looked at the mug then at her, “So? Was it that bad?” Dennis shook his head, “C’mon Huckleberry, I’m not asking for details but you’ll have to share something.”
“It was almost too good.” Too good to be true. Santos grinned, “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell much, but it was nice.”
“Oh God, he is old and married. Is that it?” She rambled, “Victoria is gonna freak out. Can I tell her?”
Dennis looked at her pointedly, “I don’t think he’s married, doesn’t seem like that kind. And please do not tell Victoria, not yet.”
“Oh? So it wasn’t a one night thing? Damn, I’m impressed, Whitaker.” She was joking, he knew it after a couple of months of living together. He was turning red, he knew it after years of existence. “You like him a lot.”
“He was way too hot, strong and knew what he was doing very well.” Santos’ expression changed, she wasn’t grossed out but she tried to convey so. “I thought you asked.”
“Too much information buddy, but I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” She stood up, “I’m going for brunch with some friends, you have the apartment for yourself. No sexy business, see you later.”
She disappeared with her bag and jacket under her arm. He was in no shape of sexy business, he laid on top of his bed to scroll on his phone.
[10.19] you’re an early bird
[10.19] or did i dream it
He looked at the messages, then at the profile’s pictures. Eyes widening as he recognised the room on the mirror, the smile and the body. An earring, a silver J. Jesse had known, it had been him who Whitaker had expected. He felt his cheeks go hot, he wanted to crawl under the sheets and disappear for a while.
[10.25] jesus it was u
[10.26] surprise babe
[10.28] this is embarrassing
[10.28] i didnt even get ur number
[10.29] i didn’t want to bother
[10.29] u working tonight
[10.30] it’s fine dennis
[10.30] it was a great night
[10.33] wouldn’t care to repeat
[10.33] here’s my number
Dennis saved his contact information quickly, then sent him a text.
[10.35] i bet you’re grinning like an idiot rn
[10.35] would love to meet again
[10.37] see you at work?
[10.37] i’m back on monday
[10.38] see u on tuesday then
[10.39] monday off this week