Fragment #39 - Dear Cameron

I finally log off the computer. I turn to Camie, all sun-tanned from his holidays in Greece with Sara. He's smiling. Bless... I think he's really happy. Good for him. He so deserves it.
"Hey Camie, what's on for you tonight?"
"Oh, nothing much really... Probably eat the nice dinner that Sara cooked and watch a bit of telly..."
"It's nice to have someone at home, isn't it?"
"Yes, definitively. Especially Sara... She's so... patient and understanding. Sometimes, I feel a bit bad, leaving her to do the cooking and everything."
"Well, surprise her, then. Go home early one night, cook for the both of you, like a nice and romantic candlelight dinner."
"Do you think she'll like it?"
"Cameron. I'm not that an expert in love or in girls, but I know that when the guy we love is making efforts for us, it touches us, deep!"
"Well... Cheers, Charlie, anyway. I might do that. It actually sounds quite nice, I mean, even for me, who will then need to cook."
He suddenly looks a bit lost. Well, he'll have to learn. We all do mistakes in the learning of how to please best our other half, that's the way to love.
I grab my bag, keys and the folder in which is the next big subject of our page that I want to get approved before going home.
"See you monday, Camie, enjoy your weekend."
"You too, Charlie. Say hi to Steve for me."
"Will do. Bye."
I walk through the lobby, and reach Bob's office. A knock on the door.

"Come in."
"Hi, Bob, It's me." I close the door behind me. "I wanted you to have a look on this, please."
I put the folder on the desk. Bob reads it quite quickly, and then looks at me.
"That looks perfectly fine. Why did you bother coming all the way here? Why didn't you send Cameron?"
"Because I also enjoy talking to you, Bob..."
He gives that "Stop your cinema and tell me the truth" kind of look. I sight.
"I'm just wondering if it will not be fairer to Cameron to give him so kind of promotion..."
"A promotion?" Of what kind?"
"I don't know. What kind can you offer him?"
We stay like that for a couple of minute, looking at each other. After awhile, he looks back at the page in front of him. It's an article written by Cameron. One of the best I've ever read. The one that made me think of that promotion.
"I'll think about it, and talk to the boss."
I feel like jumping around.
"Thank you! Than you so much, Bob. You won't regret it, I promess." I feel exessively proud of myself, without reason. But I'm real happy for Cameron, and that's the way I'm going home!