As Clare sat in one of the back rooms at Primatech Paper, waiting for her dad to return from an "emergency with a stationery order", it occured to her that there were lots of things about her dad's work she liked.
Not least of these was Scott, the saturday receptionist.
Scott was in some of her classes, but he wasn't particularly a big shot. He wasn't on any of the sports teams, nor was he overly successful academically, he just kept his head down and got on with things. It was only because of this saturday placement that Clare had even learned of his name, but since then, they had formed a sort of friendship, not close, but a friendship nonethless.
The first thing, however, that had struck Clare, was how muscular Scott was. Considering he was no athlete, she was fairly impressed by his good form, and balanced physique. In fact, as she waited for her father, she was very much enjoying the view from the small internal window in the room. The blinds were at an angle, and she could just make out Scott's figure at the opposite end of the room. He was answering calls, and filing and basically too busy to notice her. But she was absorbing every detail about him. The way his hair bounced as he bent to file away orders, or the way he blinked twice and licked his lips before answering every incoming call. That was when it hit her...