Staring at myself in the mirror, I give myself a mental pep talk. I can do this. It’s one night. One night isn’t a big deal. I can figure something out for one night. I’ve solved a lot harder problems at work. But I’ll find something temporary. I have to. Because I don’t want my coworkers to know I’ve been lying. That’d be even worse. Solving the problem of Ollie needing a boyfriend? Not sure that one will ever be solved.
