The next morning, I was excited to get to work and start drafting up the newsletter. I had all of my notes scribbled down onto a couple sheets of paper. I knew that I was going to need to invest in some sort of notebook, making a mental note to head to a bookstore. Of course, I didn't know when I would make it there, but if I was going to continue taking notes on all of these radio personalities, I was going to need some way to keep them all in one place instead of holding onto a bunch of loose leaf papers.

The walk to work wasn't horrible, thankfully. I actually thought it was pretty peaceful. While Florida could sometimes be rather gross, the weather today felt perfect. I just knew I needed to start thinking of a game plan in case it was raining one morning, but I decided I would probably continue to push that off until I had to truly figure it out. Once I got to work, it was a few minutes until nine. The station was busy, as per usual, and I found myself heading up to Grenadine, the woman grinning at me.

"Good morning, Miss Holmes!" she greeted. "How are you this morning?"

"I'm doing well. Do you know where I'll be today?"

"Yes! If you want to head to Mr. Watson's office, he just wants to talk to you for a few minutes."

It was easy enough. I thanked her for the information before heading toward his office. Of course, I had to pass by Harry again. He was so animated when he spoke, the way his facial expressions changed as if people could see him when he was speaking unlike anything I had ever seen. I found myself staring again, or, at least until he looked up. This time, though, he sent a wave in my direction. It made me incredibly nervous, and I found myself sending him a small wave back before I stalked off further down the hall toward my destination. Knocking on the door, I was told to head in, Mr. Watson quickly standing up from his desk to greet me.

"Miss Holmes, how are you today?"

"I'm lovely, how are you?"

"Doing well! I have something to show you, actually. If you'll follow me."

Agreeing, I didn't even sit down before we were heading out of his office. We had to pass Harry again, the dark-haired personality glancing up once again. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but then I saw a large grin take over his features, Harry sending a thumbs up to Mr. Watson at the same time that my boss sent one to him. It freaked me out, to say the least. They both clearly knew something I didn't and now I was overtly nervous.

"Um, what's going on?"

"I have a surprise for you," Mr. Watson told me.

"A surprise?"

"Yes."

Again, I was nervous. How could this be happening? What kind of surprise would I get? My mind was trying to do everything possible to figure out what was going on, but nothing was adding up. Even if I was overthinking, I didn't know what to focus on. Was it just a little something? Was it a big something? The possibilities in my mind were endless.

We headed up the stairs, which I thought was weird. It wasn't like Mr. Beck was up here talking right now so I had absolutely no idea why we were even on the second floor. Although, Mr. Watson and I headed down the hall that was near Harry's office. I decided that maybe we were going to be heading into his office to get something out of it as the surprise, though the two of us passed it, my eyes narrowing when we stopped in front of the door right after it.

"I still don't think I understand," I told him.

Mr. Watson chuckled, opening the door. There were balloons, a small cupcake, as well as a gift sitting on the desk. I was confused now. Why did he bring me up here? Glancing over at him, Mr. Watson looked incredibly excited, his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised as he stared at me.

"I know you think this is helping, but I'm still confused."

"This is your office!" he told me. "I wouldn't want you to draft your newsletters in the library. You need your own space."

It was definitely more than I could ever ask for at a temporary job. Not only had I been tasked with a big job of writing a newsletter, but now I was granted my very own office to do it in? It was absolutely insane to me. This was truly becoming a dream come true and I had no idea how. After all, there were people fresh out of college who still didn't have this opportunity, and yet I was lucky enough to get it before I even graduated.

"Oh, thank you!" I told him. "You have no idea how excited I am. You really are doing so much more than I would even think to ask. Thank you so much, Mr. Watson."

He nodded, telling me to have a seat. My boss told me he would be downstairs and that he looked forward to reading my newsletter draft tomorrow. I thanked him once again, and he assured me it was nothing.  After he left, I smiled at the balloons, placing them by the door instead of having them sit on my desk.  The cupcake was cute, and it looked like red velvet which was one of my favorites.  However, I was surprised to see that there was a gift still, quickly glancing at it to see the little note attached.  Turning it over, I raised my eyebrows, surprised to read that it was from Harry. 

Grabbing a sheet of paper, I looked around for a cup of pens or markers, finding it quickly.  It didn't take me long to write a note, standing up and getting a piece of tape.  Walking out of my office, I was quick to tape the note to his door.  It wasn't anything much.  I was simply asking him to come to my office whenever he was free.  Of course, a part of me wanted to tear into the present he had gotten for me, but I decided I would wait until he was here to watch.

The next forty-five minutes were spent piecing my notes together.  I wanted to decide how I would write it and draw it out.  Did I want it to be four sections on the front with each section being dedicated to a radio personality? Did I want it to be in paragraph form? There was a lot to think about, but what I really wanted to do was keep it interesting for the listener that was reading the newsletter. If I was the one reading, what would I want?

It was closer to ten-fifteen when I heard shuffling in the hallway, followed by keys. However, the key jingling stopped, and there were soft footsteps toward my office. I didn't glance up until there was a knock, my eyes immediately locking with light green ones. As usual, he was intimidating, my chest feeling like all the air had been sucked out of it as I stared at him. He was always so difficult to read, and I found myself sitting up straighter, the curly-haired personality stepping into the office.

"I was summoned," he stated, holding up my note.

"This is true. I wrote that."

"I'd assume so. I don't know anyone else with the name Maggie, doll."

There was that nickname again. I wasn't even sure if I liked it very much. It rolled off his tongue in a way that made me shiver, but I wasn't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way. He continued walking toward my desk, glancing over what I was working on. I was hesitant, knowing that he was leaning right over my shoulder. So much that I could smell him. He smelled of lavender and mint. It was a soft, cozy scent mixed with a fresh, radiant one.

"I think I like the four-quadrant idea," he stated, and I could tell he pulled back because I could no longer smell him. "It gives you enough space to talk about each of us without any of us getting lost. Paragraph style is boring. No one likes paragraphs."

Shifting in my chair, I looked at him. He had on his leather jacket again, the item clearly a staple for him. I wondered why he was wearing it when we were slowly switching into summer weather, but, then again, it was sometimes cold in the building. Maybe he was easily chilly. Brushing the thought off, I watched as he picked up the gift he had gotten me, shaking it near his ear as if to listen to something rattle inside.

"Gee, I sure hope it's a radio," he chuckled.

It made me laugh. I held my hands out for the item, Harry handing the gift to me. It wasn't heavy, the item actually rather light. I stared at it for a few moments, pondering over what it could be. After glancing up at the man beside me, he made a gesture as if I should open it and not wait any longer. Setting the gift on the desk, I found myself carefully tearing the wrapping paper, my eyes widening the moment I realized what it was.

"Oh, I have to pay you back," I quickly said.

"Absolutely not."

"Harry, no," I told him, staring down at the leather journal. "No, if this is as expensive as I think it is, I can't take it without paying you back."

"Then what would be the point of giving it to you, Magdelina?" he questioned. "I wanted you to have a place to keep your thoughts. Now, you do. It just also happens to be the kind of journal you wanted most."

He was insane. Truly insane. How did he think that giving me a leather journal was anywhere near the type of gift he should have given me? I could see a regular journal being a perfectly fine gift, but the kind that was at least a hundred dollars? It made no sense. Not to mention that I didn't even understand why he was giving me a gift. We had spoken for only a little bit yesterday, why had he gone and gotten me something in the first place?

"I really can't accept this," I told him, trying to give it back to him but he shifted his hands into his jacket pockets. "Harry."

"Magdelina."

"Stop saying my name like that."

"Like what," he smirked.

Sighing, I set the journal on the desk, realizing that he was truly not going to take it back the way that I would have wished. Staring down at it for a few moments, I found myself collecting the wrapping paper before placing it in the garbage. Once I was finished, I glanced back up at Harry, staring at him. He was clearly amused by me, his light eyes full of mischief as I continued to look at him.

"Are you free this evening?" he asked me. "I was going to see if I could take you out for drinks."

First the journal, now he wanted to take me out later this evening? I was in utter shock. The way he was acting was almost implying that he may have liked me, but I thought that was a bit of a stretch. After all, this guy was attractive. He had a nice voice. He smelled incredible. There was no doubt in my mind he could land anyone he wanted by simply looking in their direction. Yet here he was, asking me out for drinks. But, I also felt like it could have just been him wanting to get to know me more as a friend. And once more, I knew that I was overthinking everything yet again.

"I actually have to babysit," I told him. "So, I wouldn't be able to make it."

"What are you, twelve?" he laughed. "Why are you babysitting?"

"My friend and her husband have to go to a dinner party tonight. I offered since it was last minute."

He nodded, a look of amusement still plastered on his face as he glanced around my office for a few moments. I wanted to know what his thoughts were since mine were so all over the place. He seemed to take into account everything before he said it. It was something that I could only wish to achieve. I truly wondered if his mind was full of neat, precise thoughts in order for him to speak so well. Meanwhile, my own thoughts were a big jumbled mess.

"I'd be happy to help," he told me. "I'm free."

"What?"

Wait, was he serious? There was no way I had heard him correctly. This man had just invited me for drinks and now he was perfectly fine to help me babysit? It just didn't seem right. How could he switch up so quickly? Or, better yet, why was he so interested in trying to hang out with me?

"You know, I wouldn't mind helping you babysit tonight," he continued. "I have a friend with a kid and I babysit for him sometimes."

"Look who's twelve now," I muttered.

"Oh, it's like that," he chuckled, rolling his eyes at me. "No, but really, doll, I'd be happy to help."

It was kind of him. The idea that he wanted to endure two kids who he didn't even know was something that I didn't think a man would ever want to do. But again, I wondered if he was more interested in actually getting to know me. Maybe that was why he wanted to babysit with me. Of course, I wasn't sure how Donna would feel about a stranger coming to watch her kids, but I also felt like she would probably be head over heels to hear that Harry was the one who wanted to help me babysit her kids. After all, she had been pestering me all about him all evening yesterday.

"I don't think you have to help," I told him.

"You're correct. I don't have to help. I would like to, though."

"You don't have to."

"Magdelina, I am not taking no for an answer."

"Ugh, fine," I finally caved. "But you can just bring stuff for dinner or something. You don't have to stay the entire time."

"A compromise, I like that. Give me your friend's number, your number, and your friend's address."

He was very demanding, but his tone didn't hold any harshness in it. Instead, I was certain he just wanted the information so that he would be able to figure out where he was going. Plus, if he had my number and my friend's number he could figure out where I was. Quickly writing down the information he had asked for on a piece of paper, I handed it to him, his eyes focusing on me for a long moment.

"What do the kids like?" he asked.

"Oh goodness, I think they like chicken and mashed potatoes. My friend wants them to eat their vegetables, though. They enjoy carrots."

"Chicken, potatoes, and carrots. Do you think she has spices at her house?"

"I know she does."

"Perfect," he stated. "What time should I get there?"

"Well, I'm going to be there around five, so if you want to come at five-thirty, that should be fine."

He nodded, slipping the note into his jacket pocket. I watched as he walked around the desk, sitting in one of the chairs that were in front of it. It wasn't long until he was grabbing the cupcake off my desk, Harry glancing over it. He was clearly carefully inspecting the dessert, the dark-haired man setting it back on the desk shortly after.

"Did you want some?" I asked.

"I'm good. Red velvet grosses me out."

"How? It's so good."

"I don't like cream cheese frosting. It just rubs me the wrong way."

The thought was odd. I was pretty sure I had never met someone who didn't like red velvet cake specifically because of the cream cheese frosting. It seemed wrong. After all, I personally was a huge fan of cream cheese frosting.

"You've never had the cream cheese frosting I make," I told him. "It tastes really good. I'll have to bake for you sometime."

"You'll bake all for me to not eat it," he chuckled, shaking his head. "You won't get me to even try it."

"I'll encourage you. And then you'll just think about how you misjudged cream cheese frosting."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, doll. I have to get to work. I'll see you tonight, though if I don't come to say goodbye."

The man stood up, walking toward the door. A part of me was nervous. I felt like I needed to say something to him. After all, he had just spent a decent amount of time in the room with me joking around, not to mention that he had gotten me a really wonderful gift. Glancing down at my hands for a moment, I heard the jingling of his keys in the hallway, quickly getting up out of my seat. Walking toward my open door, I heard him unlock his door just as I peeked out into the hallway. He glanced over immediately, holding his door open as he waited for me to speak.

"Thank you again," I told him. "I really like the journal."

"Of course. From one Journalism major to another," he told me, a small smile gracing his features. "I'll see you tonight."

"I'll see you tonight," I agreed.

And just like that, he disappeared into his office next to mine. I was left to stalk back into my own office, sitting at the desk. As I glanced over my notes, I crossed out the part about creating paragraphs for each of the sections, deciding to stick with the idea of four separate quadrants the way that Harry had said. After a little bit of creating a layout, I found myself grabbing the journal he had gotten me. It really was very kind of him, and I took the time to untie the little strings that bound it together. Opening the journal, I turned to the first page, surprised when I saw he had written a note inside.

Magdelina,

As someone who has gone down the same path as you, I wish you the best of luck. You're already on your way to a full-time position here if I have any say in it. Keep your thoughts safe in here.

Kindest wishes,

Harry

It was super sweet. Probably one of the sweetest things that anyone had ever done or said to me. I stared at the note for a while, wondering what would possess him to even write something so kind to me. Though, I decided that I didn't need to dwell on it too much. He was very clearly interested in keeping me here at the station, and he was also obviously interested in helping me succeed in any way that he possibly could. I was happy that I was creating a friend here so quickly, especially since I was worried no one was going to take to me since I was in a temporary position after all.