Chapter 255 Forced To Match The Movements:>Ep2

• "Yeah, how are you?" she asked him. She assumed his comment was meant as a subtle dig, no doubt Ashley had been complaining to him about how Esma never came along to these work events; they were close like that. He driveled on about his classwork while Esma listened dutifully, waiting patiently for a rescue from Ashley who had had already wandered off elsewhere. Thank god she already had a drink, sipping exaggeratedly from the straw of her vodka tonic at least gave her something to do while she pretended to care.
• Dull as he was to listen too, Rich wasn't bad to look at. He was tall, a hardy frame complete with thick arms and broad shoulders. He was boyish, with curly brown hair and a thin layer of fuzzy facial hair. He had dimples when he smiled - which was often - a chirpy sort of guy, too cheery to be normal, but probably perfect mannerisms for a teacher. She had long suspected that he had a bit of a thing for Ashley. They hung out a lot at work, and had even started gyming together in recent months. They reasoned that it was close enough to school for them to go together before work. She didn't really mind, it was sweet, especially given Ashley had never shown even the slightest interest in the opposite sex. She knew his type, he liked to long for girls that weren't interested. An addict of unrequited-love. Most amusing of all was that Ashley seemed clueless of his infatuation.
• Soon another few of the teachers came to join Rich and Esma, introducing themselves with raised glasses and phony smiles. Esma was doing her best not to outwardly roll her eyes, and even from across the room Ashley could tell she was making an effort. One of her favourite things about Esma was her ability to mingle, she didn't need to be shepherded at an event like this. Ashley was a social butterfly, and there was nothing she hated more in a mate than having to lug them around a party, like a weight chained to her leg.