We’re Not Together

So I was working at a bank and had been crushing on one of my regular customers. We spoke (and flirted) often since he visited my branch almost daily to handle his company’s deposits. A couple of months passed and I landed a new job at a large firm paying way more than my BS bank teller salary [hallelujah!].  I, of course, informed my crush that I would be bidding the bank farewell in less than 2 weeks and, as I hoped, he asked for my number. Because both of our schedules were so busy – me starting a new job and also being in the process of moving and…