Every Saturday, I sweated in a ridiculous bear suit, handing out flyers until my boss unknowingly started flirting with me.
\nHe had no idea who I was\u2026 and I was too scared to tell him because, in real life, I was anything but a cover girl.
\nI stuffed the last piece of croissant into my mouth, watching Jake from across the office. My boss.
\nHe stood by the coffee machine\u2014tall, athletic, effortlessly charming. His dark hair was perfectly tousled as if he had just rolled out of bed and landed on GQ\u2019s cover.
\nMeanwhile, I sat at my desk, surrounded by crumpled notes, gripping a plastic fork like it was the last piece of dignity I had left.
\nHe would never notice someone like me.
\nSomeone like me\u2014soft around the edges, with cheeks that refused to cooperate no matter how many diet plans I started (and promptly abandoned).
\nMy feet were a solid size 10, making most cute shoes a cruel joke, and whenever I got nervous, my words tangled up like last year\u2019s Christmas lights.
\nJake leaned against the counter, stirring his coffee with lazy confidence.
\nHis friend, Greg, nudged him.
\n\u201cDude, you ever notice how Emma looks at you?\u201d
\nOh no. Have I been that obvious?
\nJake took a sip of his coffee, eyes flicking briefly in my direction. I immediately turned my attention to my screen, pretending to be fascinated by Excel.
\n\u201cHey, Emma!\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nI looked up, mid-chew, only to find Jake watching me, amusement dancing in his hazel eyes.
\n\u201cYou good over there?\u201d He gestured toward me with his coffee cup. \u201cYou\u2019ve been staring at me for so long, I was starting to think I had something on my face.\u201d
\nI nearly choked on my croissant.
\n\u201cWhat? No!
\nI\u2026 I was just\u2026\u201d I waved my hand vaguely toward my monitor. \u201cDeep in thought.\u201d
\n\u201cDeep in thought\u2026 about spreadsheets?\u201d
\n\u201cYes. Numbers are very\u2026 thought-provoking.\u201d
\nJake smirked.
\n\u201cAlright, spreadsheet philosopher. Try not to get too lost in them.\u201d
\nAnd with that, he turned back to his conversation, leaving me sitting there, cheeks burning. That was not helping my situation.
\nI wanted to talk to him, just once, to see if he was as perfect up close as he seemed from a distance.
\nBut the very thought made my palms sweat.
\n\u201cEmma!\u201d
\nI jumped. My team leader, Mark, was standing by my desk.
\n\u201cStop daydreaming! The reports won\u2019t print themselves!\u201d
\nI sighed and turned back to my screen, defeated.
\nPrinces belonged in fairy tales.
\nAnd in real life? Work, bills, and metabolism had declared war on me years ago. And people like Jake didn\u2019t fall for girls who hid behind spreadsheets and nervous laughter.<\/p>\n
I would have laughed if someone had told me a year ago that I\u2019d be spending my Saturdays stuffed inside a pink bear suit, sweating like a rotisserie chicken while handing out flyers.
\nAnd yet, I was, towering over tiny children, waving my oversized paw at passersby, and reconsidering all my life choices.
\nThe costume was stuffy, smelled faintly of popcorn and regret, and made every movement feel like I was trudging through syrup.
\nA toddler waddled up, staring at me with broad, sticky hands.
\n\u201cBear!\u201d she squealed, throwing his arms around my leg. Great.
\nAt that moment, I was a human jungle gym.
\n\u201cYes, small human,\u201d I said in my best bear voice, patting his tiny head with my paw.
\n\u201cFear not, for I am a friendly bear.\u201d
\nHer mother gave me a grateful smile before peeling her son away.
\nI sighed\u2014only six more hours to go. And then\u2026
\n\u201cHey, Bear! You look\u2026 very cozy.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nOh no.
\nNo, no, no. That voice.
\nJake!
\nI turned slowly, my giant bear head bobbing slightly, and there he was. In gym clothes.
\nLooking like a walking advertisement for protein shakes and good genetics.
\nHe was smirking. That was it. That was how I died.
\n\u201cUh, hi?\u201d I said, realizing that the suit muffled and distorted my voice.
\nJake tilted his head, pretending to listen.
\n\u201cWait\u2026 what was that?\u201d
\nOh no!
\n\u201cYou\u2026 did you just growl at me?\u201d
\nHis smirk widened, eyes full of amusement. I panicked.
\n\u201cYes. I mean, no.
\nI mean\u2026 I only growl at rude customers.\u201d
\n\u201cAh, so I\u2019m safe. Unless you secretly think I\u2019m rude?\u201d
\n\u201cThat depends,\u201d I muttered, then immediately regretted it.
\nWhy couldn\u2019t I just nod and wave like a regular mascot?
\nJake chuckled.
\n\u201cI\u2019d better make sure to stay on your good side. Do you at least get paid well for this?\u201d
\nI glanced at the crumpled stack of flyers in my paw, then at the sun glaring down on me.
\n\u201cLet\u2019s just say I\u2019m not here for the prestige.\u201d
\nJake laughed again, the sound warm and\u2014ugh\u2014stupidly lovely.
\nMy heart did a ridiculous little flip.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he said, giving me an appraising look. \u201cI think you\u2019re pulling off the Bear look pretty well. It suits you.\u201d
\n\u201cGee, thanks,\u201d I deadpanned, waving a flyer at him.
\n\u201cFlattery will get you nowhere. Do you want a discount on scented candles or what?\u201d
\n\u201cTempting,\u201d he teased. \u201cBut I think I\u2019ll pass.\u201d
\nHe was still grinning.
\nStill standing there.
\nOh no. He isn\u2019t leaving!
\nJake tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing like he was trying to figure something out. I braced myself.
\n\u201cHave we met before?\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nFor a split second, the world shrank to the space between us\u2014the heat inside the costume, the weight of his gaze, the terrifying possibility that this was it. That he knew.
\n\u201cUhh\u2026\u201d I scrambled for a response, my bear paws twitching.
\n\u201cI mean\u2026 I have one of those faces. Very\u2026 generic Bear.\u201d
\nHe chuckled. \u201cRight.
\nWell, enjoy your shift, Bear. Don\u2019t melt.\u201d
\nWith one last amused glance, he turned and jogged off. I groaned.
\nThis was getting dangerously complicated.
\nHad he recognized me? No. No way.
\nBut also\u2026 maybe?
\nBecause the next time he looked back over his shoulder, it didn\u2019t feel casual. It felt like a question he hadn\u2019t finished asking.<\/p>\n
Every weekend, it was the same. I stood outside, sweltering in my furry prison, and Jake stopped by me on his way to the gym.
\nAnd somehow, it became our thing.
\n\u201cBear, you\u2019re looking extra fluffy today,\u201d he said one morning, handing me an iced coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world.
\nI took it with my giant paw, staring at him through the mesh of my bear head.
\n\u201cPerks of the job.\u201d I lifted the cup slightly. \u201cAnd thanks.
\nThis is the highlight of my day.\u201d
\n\u201cWow. That\u2019s kind of sad,\u201d he teased, smirking.
\n\u201cHey, free coffee is a big deal in this economy.\u201d
\n\u201cThen maybe you should let me take you out for real coffee sometime,\u201d he said casually. \u201cYou know, when you\u2019re not a bear.\u201d
\nPanic.
\nPure, unfiltered panic.
\nBecause the way he said it\u2014it wasn\u2019t a joke. It was careful. Like he was testing something. Like he already suspected there was a real person hiding underneath.
\nHa. Ha ha. No.
\n\u201cHa!
\nUh, yeah. Maybe. Someday.\u201d
\nI waved a flyer at him like that would somehow erase the moment.
\n\u201cAnyway, don\u2019t you have muscles to go flex?\u201d
\nJake rolled his eyes.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll take that as a no. See you next week, Bear.\u201d
\nHe walked off, and I exhaled so hard that my bear head almost slipped sideways. He liked talking to me and wanted to have coffee.
\nBut if he knew the real me\u2014the nervous, clumsy, croissant-loving disaster\u2014would he still be interested? Or would the mystery be the only thing he liked?
\nAt the office, it was a different story.
\nWhen he walked into the break room, I turned into a ninja, tossing my sandwich back into my lunchbox and swapping a chocolate bar for an apple.
\nIf he glanced my way, I pretended to be fascinated by work.
\nIt was a delicate balance: being invisible in one world and an oversized talking bear in another. And every week, the line between those two worlds felt thinner.<\/p>\n
That Friday night, my best friend Claire listened to my dramatic retelling over a tub of ice cream.
\n\u201cEmma,\u201d she said between spoonfuls, \u201cjust tell him.\u201d
\n\u201cTell him what?
\nThat I\u2019m the Bear? That I\u2019ve been in love with him since he asked me for extra staplers last year?\u201d
\n\u201cYes, exactly that!\u201d She pointed her spoon at me.
\n\u201cMen are dumb. He clearly likes you, and you\u2019re out here doing Olympic-level avoidance.
\nGrow some confidence.\u201d
\nI groaned, burying my face in my hands. \u201cBut what if he realizes I\u2019m just\u2026 me?\u201d
\nClaire sighed. \u201cEmma, if he doesn\u2019t like the real you, he\u2019s not worth it.\u201d
\nEasier said than done.
\nBecause what if the real me isn\u2019t enough? What if the bear\u2014the safe, funny, anonymous version of me\u2014is the only version he could ever like?<\/p>\n
So, the following day, I did twenty squats, checked my armpits for freshness (twice), and sprayed enough breath mint to fumigate a small room.
\nFinally, I squeezed into my favorite dress\u2014one cheeseburger away from an emergency wardrobe malfunction.
\nI was ready.
\nThat was it. I was going to tell Jake the truth.
\nNo more hiding behind a bear costume. No more pretending I was fine.
\nJust being his anonymous gym-side coffee buddy.
\nWhen I marched into the office, my nerves were buzzing. And then\u2026
\n\u201cEmma?\u201d
\nJake\u2019s voice made me stop in my tracks. He was standing outside his office door, looking\u2026 serious.
\nToo serious.
\n\u201cCan you come in for a second?\u201d
\nOh.
\nOh no. Is he onto me? Has he already figured it out? Or worse\u2014was this about something else entirely?
\nI followed him inside, my hands gripping the fabric of my dress.
\nOkay.
\nI could do this.
\n\u201cJake, I have something to tell you. I\u2026 It\u2019s me. I mean, the Bear.
\nThe mascot you see every weekend. That\u2019s me.\u201d
\nThere. I said it.
\nI waited for his reaction, my heart pounding like a drumline in my ears, every second stretching into something unbearable.
\nFor a fraction of a moment, something flashed across his face\u2014recognition. Or maybe relief.
\nBefore I could understand it, before he could say a single word, there was a loud \u201cPOP!\u201d
\nI jumped. Then\u2026
\n\u201cSurprise!\u201d
\nThe door burst open, and my confused coworkers suddenly appeared from under the tables, balloons in hand, more whispering than yelling, \u201cHappy Work Anniversary\u2026\u201d
\nOh.
\nOH.
\nI had forgotten entirely.
\nJake looked at me, equally stunned. And then, just like that, the moment was gone.
\nWhatever he had been about to say\u2014whatever I had just risked everything to reveal\u2014collapsed under cheap balloons and awkward clapping.
\nHe\u2019d already stepped away, forcing a smile as our coworkers started clapping and shoving a cake into my hands.
\n\u201cI have things to do,\u201d he muttered, brushing past me. \u201cEnjoy your party.\u201d
\nBut there was something off in his voice. Not anger. Not exactly.
\nSomething unfinished.
\nI stood there, frozen, holding a cake I didn\u2019t even want.
\nAnd that was that.
\nOr at least, that\u2019s what I told myself when I convinced my pride to take over where my courage had failed.
\nThat evening, I resigned. I left my notice on his desk with a simple, professional \u201cThank you for the opportunity.\u201d
\nNo explanations. No second chances.
\nI lied too many times to recover our coffee talking. And maybe\u2026 maybe I was too late anyway.
\nAnd then I did what any heartbroken woman would do: drowned my sorrows in chips and old black-and-white romance movies.
\nBut I still had bills to pay. That meant Saturday came, and once again, I had to be the Bear.<\/p>\n
But on Saturday morning, something strange happened. A second mascot appeared.
\nNot a Bear. Something worse.
\nA Skunk!
\nI stared. That had to be some kind of joke.
\n\u201cMorning, Bear,\u201d the Skunk said, handing me a coffee like we were old friends.
\nI froze.
\nThat voice! Again\u2026 It couldn\u2019t be!
\nThe Skunk stood there, tapping one oversized paw against his hip like he was waiting for me to say something.
\n\u201cNice day for some flyering, huh?\u201d he continued, voice dripping with amusement.
\nI narrowed my eyes. \u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nThe Skunk tilted his giant cartoonish head.
\n\u201cOh, come on.
\nYou don\u2019t recognize me?\u201d
\nMy heart started hammering. The voice. The ridiculous confidence.
\nNo.
\nNo way.
\n\u201cYou\u2026 you quit your job to pass out flyers?\u201d I blurted out, my brain short-circuiting.
\nThe Skunk shook his massive, foam-covered head.
\n\u201cNot exactly. But let\u2019s say when I found out a certain someone was hiding behind a bear suit every weekend, I had to investigate.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\nFound out?
\nHow long had he known? Was every conversation\u2014every smile\u2014real, or was he just waiting for me to admit it?
\nOh. My.
\nGod.
\n\u201cJake?\u201d
\nAnd then, in one slow, deliberate motion, he reached up and pulled off the oversized skunk head.
\nThere he was, smirking\u2014but softer this time. Not teasing.
\nCertain.
\nLike the answer had always been me.
\n\u201cSurprise!\u201d
\n\u201cThis\u2026 this is the dumbest thing you\u2019ve ever done.\u201d
\n\u201cProbably.\u201d
\nHe stepped closer, holding my gaze\u2014not the bear, not the mask. Me.
\n\u201cSo, what do you say? Real coffee this time?\u201d
\nI hesitated for exactly one heartbeat. Long enough to feel the fear again. Long enough to realize it wasn\u2019t as strong as it used to be.
\nThen I laughed, breathless and shaky and real.
\n\u201cFine.
\nBut only if you promise never to wear that skunk suit again.\u201d
\n\u201cNo promises,\u201d he smirked, reaching for my hand.
\nAnd this time, I didn\u2019t hide.
\nAnd just like that, I finally stepped out of my costume and into something even scarier.
\nReal life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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