(Disclaimer: Again, not mine. Dick, you can call the team of lawyers off.)
We began as co-workers. Nothing more. Just a couple of people who might spend a workday together.
And then I realized that she, like me, had the same work habits. Staying late and coming in early, because there's nothing worth going home to or staying home for. Nothing there but walls. And walls don't make the best companions.
Somewhere along the line, over paperwork and desk lamps, we became friends. She understood my lack of a love life, having been burned herself. I got the feeling that there was someone in her life, at one point – someone who let the job ruin something serious. Let the work she did come between them. It always seems to get in the way.
Then something else began. I don't know how it happened. Maybe it was a look. Or something she said.
But all I know is that she's here now and I don't want to think about how it began.