There is no work drama

It's all happened so slowly.

The Coworker only occasionally responds to my texts but at work seems to go out of his way to create less space between us. Today, at our regular staff meeting, he sat next to me. Immediately after, upon my asking another coworker for help on a project, he interjected with his insistence to help me. Our walk from the meeting to this new project felt longer than necessary; I badly wanted to address our situation but badly didn't want to bring it up at work.

So it's fine.

There is no work drama.

Except we said we liked each other, I spent the night at his house and met his cat, and then he asked for a rain check on our next planned meeting. And now I can't make heads or tails of it.

It's fine.

It's all fine.

Except in my head where the parts that are supposed to make sense don't make sense. Something is amiss, he met someone or he is being sensible or something else entirely, but his silence on the other end of messages have me guessing and thinking about it too much. I'm grateful for the holiday that is upon us for a holiday from this drama inside my head.