April 11, 2009
She can't help but notice him today. Sure, she'll pretend to be busy at her desk, peering at the form Last Will and Testament she's just printed out, the tip of a flexi-straw held between her teeth as she takes another phantom sip from the can of Diet Coke finished a half hour ago, but he knows it's a ruse. He knows she sees him and his Fun Guy in Accounting red socks jogging like a real athlete on his way to the copy center. By now her peripheral vision is well-developed from months of pretending not to notice him!