Don’t invite someone you’re dating to a party because it will make it all about them.
It was safe. The latter wouldn’t come; the former would treat it like after-work drinks.
Then Friday happened.
‘Can I invite Tom?’
Beatrice says no. I play the Friday card. Tom is the least of my worries.
I don’t see Tom everyday and feel a jolt in the pit of my stomach. I don’t don my headphones to drown out his voice when he comes over to talk to Ryan. I don’t look up mid-meeting, see him walk past, meet his eye, struck by the sadness of his expression, and spend all afternoon wondering what it means.
Tom doesn’t pass my desk on his way out…
‘Bye,’ I say, with a wave.
… and acknowledge my farewell but keep walking.