“So see you at 7?”
“See you at 7 
Can’t wait!”
“Me too. Bye!”
She quickly clicked on to another chat window, telling her best friend about her hot date tonight.
“I’m really gonna quit working here someday. This is torturous!”
“Yeah, it’s no fun to be you, eh? Whatcha gonna do if he notices your flat butt after sitting at the desk all day?”
“Stop bitchin’ baby. I’ve been workin’ out.”
She stood up to strike some booty poses in front of the digicam. Her friend couldn’t wait to hear what would happen tonight.
What they didn’t realize is, the man was still watching her.
“Boy, I can still see her. And her panties.”
“You serious? Dude, that’s hot.”
He was staring beyond the screen. He was sitting rigidly on his chair, stoic as a rock.
“BTW, I gotta bounce. Congrats for getting promoted. Enjoy your private office now.”
“What?”
“I’m leaving your privacy. Come whenever you want, mate. LOL”
“Stop it! You’re freaking me out.”
He was watching her nibbling her Dark Chocolate Toblerone. He couldn’t help but hold his stare for what seemed like hours, until the clock hits 7 PM.
She’s getting a surge of adrenaline rush. Every. Single. Bite.
“Girl, I’m getting a food orgasm. Please let me go and make me look awesome tonight.”
“You idiot. I’m coming over.”
Her friend carried her out of her cubicle. She literally dragged her hands off those red triangular wrapping and still had to listen to her say:
Oh, this is sooo good.
Dusk fell. Stomachs were all full now, but their night was still young.
The ebullient mood made it all a fleeting moment. After bursts of laughter they’ve had for the night, then came silence.
He hugged her tight in the cold night air.
She couldn’t possibly be trembling because of those little breezy winds! It’s because he was holding her that way. It was just the way she has always imagined a man holding her.
He looked up to the full moon. She’s really something, he thought as he was smelling her shining hair.
What he saw up there among those stars was her vivacious smile.
The next day, her friend and his friend were having a chat of their own.
“What do you think? He’s the one for her, isn’t he?”
“Absolutely. She can actually compensate for his passitivity, you know… Give his stuff a little plonk. Like a dynamo or something.”
