I left my treatment planner book (the one I needed to do homework) at work. This morning I had to go meet up with the MC at his regular pre-work stop so I could pick up the book, hurry home, and get busy. (Where does he go every morning? I could tell ya, but I'd have to kill ya).
I asked a lady at said location if she'd seen him. She gave me a puzzled look.
Me: Oh, I'm his intern.
Nice Lady: Oh, you're Kelly, is that right?
Me: Yes, but I'm not as bad as he says, I promise.
Nice Lady: Oh no, I've heard him talk about you. He says you're awesome.
Wow. I've worked really hard in this internship, but to find out he bragged about me? I had to turn my head to keep her from seeing a little tear in the corner of my eye.
I think you're awesome, too, MC.
It's just that my friends know better than to let you in on it!
I like the MC more every time you talk about him! Smart guy! :-)
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