Ginger coworker.
The reason I'm writing this is she cane to my mind recently. I just found out she was killed by a drunk driver. She was a nice person and had the situation been different when we first met it is possible we would have legitimately dated.
I won't use her real name, but one that became her nick name from me, Cici.
I was just getting out of a nasty divorce and just landed a good paying job. The work environment was a little less professional than I cared for, but my concern was making money and not making friends.
I met Cici in the break room. I always sat as far away from the entrance, microwaves and vending machines and eat my packed lunch in silence. I had developed a reputation of being not too friendly. I wasn't mean or anything, just didn't go out after work or have conversations with other coworkers that wasn't work related.
So here I am sitting her and this woman sits in front of me. I had seen her before around the building. She was in a different department. She stood maybe 5'4". Green eyes, wavy red hair about shoulder length and a body that said she had kids, but still took care of herself. Thick but not flabby. Her ass snug in her jeans and her tits huge and always attempting to hide in the sweaters she wore. He skin was very fair and she had an eye brow piercing which was not something I had seen often with coworkers in any of my previous jobs.
I made eye contact with her and she says hi to me and introduces herself. I nod and do the same. She asks me questions about where I'm from and what I was doing before working here. Continues to ask me questions that made me feel like this was another lame speed dating experience I tried the week after I filed for divorce from my ex.
She gets up and walks away slowly enough that I really enjoy watching her ass the whole way to the exit. That was odd, but no worries. She was probably just doing recon work for the gossip queens.
Nope. I was wrong. This became a daily thing where she would sit across from me and chat me up. Eventually I let me guard down and we got to know each no other better. She was married to a stereotypical redneck type and had two kids. I told her I was in the middle of a divorce and o had two kids as well.
Eventually I started to bring a bit more food and sharing with her. That kicked the rumor mill into overdrive. Apparently for years everyone had been trying to hook up with her, but no one was able to get past her smart ass sarcasm enough to seal the deal. Me being a humorless straightforward guy seemed to intrigue her.