Now, I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that science has proven that time moves slower when a person is at work. It had only been four hours, but it felt like four hundred. How in the hell was I supposed to continue to answer emails and go to meetings and actually do my job for another four hours? It didn't help either, that Jimmy had been texting all day.

Jimmy: Do you think I should get a dog?

Chelsea: What? No, also don't you think you should be asking your roommates or maybe your landlord?

Jimmy: Good point.

Rolling my eyes, I turned my phone screen side down, hoping that if I couldn't see the ping of a new message arriving, I wouldn't answer it. Unfortunately, that didn't work. It only made me want to check it more and more frequently, terrified that I would miss something important. But, nope, every time it was just Jimmy, pretty much just thinking out loud or via text message. Either way, it was annoying.

Jimmy: What about a fish?

Chelsea: What is your obsession with owning an animal?

Surprisingly there was no response to that one. He hadn't come up with a witty retort or even a simple acknowledgement of what I had said, which was odd and out of character for him. His face lit of my home screen, as the slide to answer button danced. Ah, nope here it was.

"Hello, Jimmy." I sighed.

"Wow, could you get more excited." He answered sarcastically. He was walking somewhere, I could tell from all the noises I could hear in the background; people talking, horns honking, construction- general New York City sounds. He always complained about the constant noise of the city, but I loved it. It was almost comforting.

"Where are you going?" I asked, before taking a bite out of the chicken Caesar salad I had ordered for lunch, which at the moment seemed extremely unappetizing.

"I'm meeting my agent for lunch in SoHo." He said, taking his time as he spoke, like he was trying to remember what he was doing.

"Oh are you getting re-signed?"

"Hopefully." He exhaled. "Why, you want to get rid of me?" I couldn't see it, but I knew he was smiling on the other end of the phone.

"I'm just trying to see if I'll have you living on my couch for another few years." I joked. "Also, I need to know if I need to save The Bachelor on my DVR anymore." He laughed before telling me that of course I needed to keep them. Thinking about it now, I don't even know why I asked.

"So, the reason why I called." He trailed off.

"Yeah." I said, trying to encourage the words out of him.

"I have this thing-" He started. "What kind of thing?" I asked interrupting him, trying to gather as many details as possible, because with Jimmy, sometimes, gathering information was like pulling teeth.

"It's a charity event thing, and the invitation says I can bring a plus one." He said, pausing. I knew what he was asking, but for once I actually wanted him to ask- not just assume that I would just offer for him.

"Oh that sounds cool." I said nonchalantly, focusing on the half-eaten salad sitting in front of me.

"Maybe, I don't know." He was still waiting- waiting for me to make the first move. You didn't respond, because honestly you had nothing to say, and you were waiting for him to finish his thought.

"So, what I'm really asking is if you'll go with me?" He exhaled, like he was holding his breath.

"Sure." I smiled, tripling my fork in my hand. "Why didn't you ask me this last night?"

"Well, I meant to- really. I was just too drunk and forgot."

"Oh." You said. "So, how dressed up do I have to get for this thing?"

"Uhh." Jimmy hesitated, thinking out loud, again. "I'm not entirely sure, I"ll send you a picture of the invitation when I get back from lunch."

"Okay." You chuckled.

"Oh, I probably should tell you though, that it is in Boston, so- I mean we could come back that night, we'd just get back super late, or I can just get a hotel room."

"It's in Boston?" I clarified. He replied quickly, that yes it was. "So this is like a whole weekend event, huh?"

"Yeah, only if you want to go- I can ask someone else." He said, flustered but hopeful that he wouldn't have to take someone else.

"I would love to go." I smiled, dropping my plastic fork in the plastic salad container, before chucking it into the trash. I took the napkin, wiping the remnants of it off of my hands, sticking the phone in-between my neck and my shoulder while I did.

"Cool." He said, which I repeated before I let him go. He had just got to the restaurant that he was meeting his agent at and my lunch break was just about over. After that, I threw my phone in my desk drawer, it was the only I was going to get through these last few hours of work.

Just then, though Stella came walking over to me. I could tell she was on a mission which was different than when she usually came over to my desk, which was usually when she wanted to gossip. And, that happened pretty frequently.

"You're coming out tonight." Stella said, typing on her phone, not even bothering to look up.

"Stell-" I started, trying to protest.

"Nope." She snapped. "Oh, also did you hear that Megan is sleeping with some guy that works upstairs in HR?" I opened my mouth, trying to interject while she was distracted, but she wasn't buying it.

"No excuses. I'll grab you at five." She said simply, cutting me off. before walking back away. My jaw sat open from before, still trying to make out what I was trying to say, but it was too late. And, who was I kidding- I never wasn't going to go out with her.

Well, so much for being responsible.