On her way out of the building, Carla spotted Peter suiting up in his motorcycle gear. He stood in leather pants, leather boots, leather jacket, with an iridescent yellow vest. His candy apple full face helmet, the maraschino cherry, sat balanced on the seat of his bike. He struggled with his gloves.
“Don we now our gay apparel, Peter?” said Carla.
“Can’t get more butch than this, Carla.”
“In a geeky gay biker sort of way, yes.”
Peter smiled and bowed. “Whatever.”
“So did we have our one-on-one with Danny boy?”
“I had a one-on-one with someone dressed in a Dan suit.”
“Who do you suppose it was?”
“Some Buddhist monk from another planet. I don’t know, but it was weird. He was totally reasonable. He listened to me. Freaky, actually. He even apologized.
“I know. I met the same monk. Should we notify the intergalactic authorities?”
“I don’t know. I kind of like the new guy. But it doesn’t matter, anyway. I told him I was leaving.”
“Peter! I didn’t think you were really serious.”
“I wasn’t even sure myself, but when I knew Dan wanted to talk with me about improving our work relationship, I couldn’t maintain the charade. I felt like I was getting stuffed back in another kind of closet.”
“What did he say?”
“He apologized for riding me so hard, and that he was sorry he never told me what he liked about my work. He wanted me to take a few days off and think about it. He said he was getting ready to have a two-day offsite with the staff and he wanted me to be there. He also said that if I wanted to leave he would be a positive reference.”
“Wow! I had a similarly civil and sane meeting. What if he started doing this shit all the time?” said Carla.
“I’m not too excited. He’ll probably revert to type.”
“Yeah, that’s always a danger. Although, I’ve known Dan for a long time. He’s capable of making drastic and permanent changes if he can see the benefit. It could go either way.”
“Well, I’m going to think about it, Carla.”
They stood still for a moment. Peter reached for his helmet, tugged it down over his head and stood astride his bike.
“Careful on your ride home, dude.” She whacked him on the helmet.
Peter waved a gloved hand, started his engine, gunned the throttle, kicked into first gear and made his way through the parking lot. Carla watched as he merged with the traffic and disappeared onto the freeway on ramp.
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