WHO: Jen Evans and OTA. WHAT: [Summer OTA] Everyone forgets Jen's birthday. WHEN: July 28th around lunch time. WHERE: Coffee shop. RATING: TBA.
Tennis wasn't very much fun in the rain. The White Pines Country Club was built in a way where most of the runoff would accumulate around the tennis courts during a particularly rainy day such as today. This often made it rather difficult to get onto the courts during and/or after one such summer rain shower. Not that Jen was really all that crazy about tennis. Tennis was just a cover up for all the other things she liked about the White Pines Country Club, specifically, her favorite employee, Toni Spinelli.
At the moment, Jen was not at the country club though. She was a little ways off, sitting at the nearest coffee shop. Her wrist moved of its own accord as she stirred her coffee round and around. Her eyes were not focused, looking as if out the window but at nothing in particular. Or perhaps she had just been following a clever little raindrop sliding ever so slowly down the front window of the shop.
She was sure they had all forgotten. She was sure that not a single one of them had a clue. It was her birthday, and no one remembered. Not even Jen herself. At least not until she had passed by a calendar of events at the country club and ran a finger over today's date. It was then that it had hit her, hit her so hard, it sent her running. Was she truly that old to forget the day of her birth? Was she really that afraid of what Toni would say if she told him that she was older and that he would look that young for at least the next five years? Was she honestly that upset that Nathan hadn't said a damn word about it this morning?
The coffee was warm on her lips. It helped to calm her raging nerves. Some people called these moments of insanity menopause. Nathan would suggest they drug her up starting now and keep her that way until it was all over. She wasn't sure she entirely disagreed.