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Stacie was frantically waiting for Peter, when she heard knocking on the door.

“At last! I was waiting for you.” Stacie had not yet taken off the feeling of a faithless meeting that was accompanying her since she had invited Peter that morning.

“I don’t think it’s late. You, rather, you look nervous, really nervous actually. Are you all right?” Peter asked.

“Yes, I'm sorry but I have yet to get used to the fact that Sam and I are now two people with two completely separate lives.”

Meanwhile, Peter took off his coat, put the bottle of wine he was holding down and sat in the living room.

“Look, I would tell you what I think about this story and about Sam in particular but it was you who asked me to not talk about it. Maybe you were not wrong when you asked me to avoid going back on this subject, at least for the moment.” Peter said.

Stacie smiled, accepted Peter’s proposal and began to put on the table the trial documents. They worked for a long time that night; they just stopped for a pizza at around 10pm and took the opportunity to drink Peter’s wine. It was not a great wine, for her who usually always sought the right one with Sam for every situation, but she was fine with it.

That evening Stacie discovered with some surprise that, after all, she could begin to live a new relationship, beyond how it would end. She felt the satisfaction in sharing an interest and she thought that Sam and she had never discussed anyone of her causes, although Sam had done her own studies.

“Stacie, it’s getting late, but I think we gave it our best shot for being the first day of work together.” Peter said.

“Sure, Peter. It sounds like a good start. Above all, I must thank you because I felt really good tonight. Believe me, after Sam went on, I did not imagine that tonight I would be nearly five hours working and eating pizza with one of my colleagues at my house.” Stacie said.

“Am I just a colleague to you?” Peter dared.

“Well, I would say my favorite colleague, but do not add more. I would not spoil the evening.” Stacie had unbalanced beyond what she believed she could do that night.

“All right, you got it. Then I’ll see you tomorrow. This time, you’d better pay attention to the alarm, though.” Peter said.

“Once more, thank you for everything.” Stacie greeted.

Peter went away pleased more of the effect his presence had had on Stacie than for the work done.

Peter was not one who lived for success but he considered the career functional to achieve his goals. Stacie had always been among them. Unfortunately, he had always had to give it up, because it was not in his nature to fight with another man for a woman.

As soon as he had heard that Sam and Stacie had discontinued their relationship, Peter had immediately thought this was his chance, and that trial was perfect to stay as long as possible close to Stacie. He knew well that Stacie was not giving up a second her job, so there was no better condition to exploit than that one.

After Peter left, Stacie tidied roughly the papers and after filling another glass of wine sat on the sofa where she usually liked to think.

Unlike previous evening, this time she was feeling really good. Stacie was alone now, she could admit it. She had always liked Peter and perhaps that feeling of discomfort she recently felt while dating Sam, it was also due to Peter. Stacie perhaps could not admit to herself that the history between her and Sam was coming to an end because of her but, for this reason, she had dragged Sam in an apathetic relationship. She still could not give an explanation for Sam’s unexpected departure, but she could not stay the whole life looking for the why. Start feeling new sensations for a man without having to suppress them under feelings of guilt was a great good start.