The smell of coffee fills the air. She is talking to 2 friends, making one the butt of her jokes. She dressed up well today and for a change, she actually looks darn pretty. Pretty enough to sway him off his feet, she hopes.
He walks in. He looks darn good. She is swept off her feet. Actually, she just missed a heartbeat. If someone looked real close, they would see the blush in her smile. He looks at her and she knows that she knew all along that he liked her… or may be not.
“Looking sexy handsome” – her friend, who is also his friend
“They are making me walk the ramp.” It’s the office fest.
She laughs, amused by the idea. She is after all, before everything else, his friend.
He ignores her amusement, completely engrossed in his worry.
“I was supposed to walk the ramp with a chick. She bailed out.”
“The chick ditched you. Hee Hee” The butt of all jokes attempts a target
“Don’t worry, we’ll find you someone” - The common friend.
“I hope so. How do I look?” – Her cutie-pie
“You look good.” – 2 voices in unison.
He looks towards her. “Snob, I asked something”
“Your wardrobe is missing a tie” – The Snob
“I have it here. I just don’t know how to put it on”
“I’ll help you”
The moment she adores- being close to him. Hoping he feels the same way about her. She helps him with his tie. She likes his choice of colour – pink.
“There you go”
A moment of silence and the language of eyes. Or was it the moment of her overtly positive imagination.
The distance ensues. They become aware of 2 other presences in their moment.
No one notices anything, or may be she was the only one who thought there was something.