She hadn’t seen him in days, but appearing too eager was not the goal. Cool. Calm. Dignified. She would act normal and let things develop naturally. After all, repeating history would not do.
As she powered up her laptop, she allowed her gaze to inch up the screen until it was just above the cubicle wall. Brown orbs met blue, and she froze.
“Oh! Good morning. How…how are you?”
He smiled softly as if there were a secret to be kept and then replied, “Better, now that you’re here.”
Her wide smile told all.
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