Wednesday, June 01, 2011
A deep breath
She was drinking a glass of water when he walked past. She knew his routine by now. He would go up to his terminal, blow kisses to the Monroe poster behind his monitor, turn on his system and head to the water cooler. She blushed at the prospect of a possible interaction. Hurriedly finishing her glass of water, she dialed Customer Care on her mobile phone and acted like she were on an important call. He came, filled a plastic cup with a mix of cold and hot water and drank from it. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and wondered what perfume he was wearing. And he, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and cursed himself for forgetting to wear perfume.