It's been a hell of a day today. Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong, managers are flying around the office everywhere, consultants are stressed out, and I'm stuck in the middle. The only one in the whole building who seems to be immune to this hive of activity is you. Normally, there's a few minutes throughout the day where I can sit quietly and watch you, when no one notices. They probably think I'm drifting off in to space, and really, I suppose, I am. As a resource manager, my desk is higher than everyone else's, so I can look out and see what's going on, keep an eye on the floor, but it also provides me the perfect opportunity to keep an eye on you. You are a couple of rows back, slightly to my right, turned ever so slightly towards me, the perfect angle to observe you.
Usually, I take a few moments in the quiet period to rest my elbows on the table, cup my chin in my hands and stare off vaguely in your direction, letting my eyes trace the curve of your butt, the roundness of your shoulders, the stubble that occasionally covers your chin making me want to rub my hand across your cheek to feel the bristles. I stare at you, and for a few moments, imagine that I can have you. I am getting off track here, but you are terribly distracting.
Today, however, there was no time to look at you, which shows how busy I was. It's the end of the day now, and most of my harassers have left. People are slowly filtering home, and I am on the late shift, so I'm going to be the last one out. It's late, so late almost everyone is gone, but you are still there. You stopped on your way past earlier to let me know that you were working on a special project, that you were staying late, which is not unusual. Your smile relaxed me a little, and some of the day's tension slipped away.
It looks like you're wrapping things up now, tidying up your desk, pushing in your drawers. I check the clock, and there's only 15 minutes until we close. I breathe a relieved sigh. "Someone's had a tough day!" Your voice always sends little tingles down my spine. I hadn't even realised you were behind me. I turn my head to look at you as you walk around and pull up the chair besides me. "Wanna tell me about it? I bet I can make you laugh and feel better."
So, that's how we ended up being the only two people in the building. You were right, of course. Now I definitely feel better. You're telling me some story now, and I know it's interesting, but I just can't stop staring into your eyes. They're a deep brown, intelligent, with lighter flecks in the irises. I don't even realise that you've stopped talking and asked me a question until you wave your hands in front of my face. "Earth to Amy!"