A week has passed since our 'lunch date' as I have delusionally started to call it, and still I haven't managed to work up the courage to speak with you since. I pass you in the corridor frequently and your eyes meet mine every time, so I think we are moving past the awkwardness of our earlier encounters.
In fact, I'm fairly certain that you smile at me every morning on your way into the office. Or perhaps I have really lost it now.
I don't care if I have.
Even if I'm making this up its the highlight of my day.
My new found optimism is growing. I've even agreed to go to the Christmas party this year. Of course it has everything to do with the fact that I heard some of the girls in the office speculating that you are going too.
I hope so.
I really have a feeling we are building towards something big.
AN: I know this story has been a little slow going, but I promise the pace is picking up as you will see shortly.