She turns away, fully intending to walk away and ignore him.
But instead she closes the space between them, brushing her lips softly, hesitantly, against his.
His hands find her hips as she pulls away to see his face.
"Please respect the line Cal. Leave it alone."
She steps away and runs from the office.
By the time she's to her car she's in tears. She slides down the cold metal side of the car to sit on the wet pavement, and she hugs herself tightly as sobs rack her small form.
When her sobs end she touches her throat gingerly, and winces.
She should've known better than to think that Cal would buy her lame, half-ass excuse of falling.
If only he knew how much she wanted him to disrespect the line.