She was in the middle of telling a funny story, but Tyler was completely distracted by how beautiful she looked: grinning, adding little facts for context, doing impressions of the different characters. He had known Lexie for almost two years now, since she started at his firm. She was a bright rising star around the office, and Tyler was happy to provide advice, support, anything she wanted.
Of course, he was head over heels for her, but that didn't matter much in his estimation. Between the age difference, the office politics, and how much she looked up to him professionally, that was a road he simply wasn't going to go down. He just felt lucky to have her as a friend, and he did his best to hide how desperately attracted to her he was. But somehow, he had wound up here: alone with Lexie, at her apartment, with too much wine. All the other guests had left a long time ago now.
She was showing him a pair of shoes on her phone now, as he snapped back to focus, "And look! They were SO CUTE and I wanted them SO BAD..." Tyler stared at the screen: a pair of elegant red heels, tied with silk ribbon. $250.00.
"I could get them for you." He blurted out. Before he could register his own words, before he could feel mortified, she laughed and pushed at his chest.
"Come on, don't get my hopes up like that!"
"Well, they aren't that much..." He was staring at the photo. She would look amazing, feel amazing in them. In his stupor and pent up desire, the thought of her wearing the shoes he bought for her ignited him.
"No, come on, you really can't--"
"Please?" She paused, her eyes narrowing.
Then she said, "Okay. Size 5. Thank you."
