Their eyes met across a crowded office and he smiled. For
weeks they had been giving each other glances when they
thought the other wasn鈥檛 looking but this time it
was unavoidable. As soon as he had lifted his head to get
a quick peek at the girl he had been longing for, she raised
hers. They looked straight into each other鈥檚 eyes
and he could she was smiling now. And then came the height
of flirtation, she flicked her hair and stuck her tongue
out at him. He reciprocated this action, his mind becoming
a stir of what may or may not happen. Could this be going
somewhere new and exciting or was she just a flirt by nature
even though she isn鈥檛 interested? He fell from his
daydream with a crash when he realised it was probably the
second that was true, I mean why would a girl like that
be interested in him? She was 5鈥2 and a busty blond.
Everything he liked in a girl. He looked over again but
she had gone. That was that then, there was nothing in it;
just a lot of wishful thinking on his part. He turned back
to his computer only to see her walking towards him. A fanfare
rang loud through his head and he started to hum the first
thing that came to him, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison. The
old time video playing though his head only with him in
place of Roy, sitting on the bench waiting for his girl
to come back to him. She was beside him now and he didn鈥檛
want her to be. He could only think that he was going to
make a fool of himself.
鈥淪o you coming then?鈥
鈥淗uh? What? Going where?鈥
鈥淵ou should read your mail more often instead of sitting
there singing 70鈥檚 songs! Are you coming for a drink?鈥
鈥淎ye alright then. Where we going? The Basement, Skye,
Robinson鈥檚?鈥
鈥淲herever you fancy suits me.鈥
鈥淎lright then, lets head.鈥
He got up, grabbed his coat and headed through the doors
behind her. The music started again and even though he tried
to stop himself from humming, he just couldn鈥檛 help
it. His humming just kept getting louder and he was just
about to bust into song when she said,
鈥淒on鈥檛 be getting ahead of yourself, I know
what you鈥檙e humming. This is just two colleagues going
for lunch together. There is nothing in it. Yet.鈥
