First and Last Kiss

I wasn’t making any progress on my work and the deadline is in a week. I decided that I need a more structured environment. Being home my mind tends to wander to the wrong things. Focus has to me my main priority of the day.  
   
Looking at the phone flashing showing a name that I do not want to talk to right now. If I am being honest at least to myself. It is him that is destroying my concentration. I saved my work, closed my laptop and grabbed my keys.  
   
I had a thought to leave my phone but I knew that would not be wise. Other people like my publicist would need to get in contact with me. With a sigh I grabbed the phone and walked out the door.  
   
I walked into one of our remote offices and started to look for an area where I could concentrate. The floor seemed to be empty. I went into one of the offices which I thought was unoccupied to be startled by a man who looked like he was on the verge of a break down.  
   
I didn’t know what to say so I just backed out and found a vacant room.  
   
Two coffee’s and five hours later I managed to get the majority of my work done. I looked at my phone and it was nearly nine. I should go home but I really don’t have it in me to go. I closed my laptop and went to the common area. The man who's office I accidentally walked into was sitting there looking tired with everything. I knew the look.  
   
I decided to walk over and just sit. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk but I just wanted to be around someone.  
   
“Is this your first time at this office.” he asked, startling me out of my thoughts.  
   
Looking at him I realized that he seemed genuinely fatigued. Not the ordinary. I am tired of the work day. It was different. He looked like his soul was tired. At least that is what his eyes were saying to me. I know this type of tired.  
   
“No. I just have not been here in a while.” I told him and the room fell silent once again.  
It did not stay quiet for long. The silence was interrupted by two cell phones going off at the same time.  
   
As if on automatic pilot we both did the same thing. Took the phone out, looked at the screen and tossed the phones on the table in front of us and stared at them until it stopped.  
   
“I forgot it was her birthday.” He said flatly as if it was not something he should feel remorse over.  
   
“He has another meeting out of town.” I said with the same tone.  
How do two people with different situations feel, if feeling is the right word. Nothing.  
   
We sat there for another five minutes in silence until he broke it once again.  
   
“I’m Tyler Murry. I am in the Poetry editorial division.” he said waiting for me to respond.  
   
“Sheri O'Dwyer, Romance novelist.” I said, causing something to happen to him.  
   
He was laughing. Genuinely laughing.  
   
“What is the humor in what I do?” I said a little angrily.  
   
“Look at us. I help poets pull out emotions to elicit the reader to feel something. You write romance to make people feel something and we are both sitting here feeling absolutely nothing.”  
   
The analysis made me smile. Because he is correct and I think we are both at our breaking points tonight. There is but so long you can perpetrate a fraud and not feel when you're in these genre’s.  
   
“Listen I am not leaving here for a while and it looks as if you're not going anywhere either. Would you like a drink? I have Gin and tonic.”  
   
Gin and tonic? He’s right I am not going anywhere but should i have this drink? If I was home I would indulge but it is not good to do this alone all the time.  
“Yes, that would be nice.” I said