Thread: Intra-Office Relations

She seemed a little different. A little happier now than earlier. He wondered if the idea sinking in got her just as excited as he did. Or maybe she was happy to be off work. Or maybe she just liked the idea of a free drink, even if it meant having to talk to him again. He paused. Not again. Yeah, let's get going. It was nice either way and he loved the mild tone in her voice that seemed to be suggestive. Or maybe he was reading into that too far. He led the way, listening for the sound of her steps to gauge how far behind she was. It was a trick he had learned a few years ago, noticing the sounds of people's movements. If it wasn't their steps, it could be things like the sound of their pants or other clothes rubbing against itself with each step or sway of the arms. It was white noise unless you were trying to hear it. He held the door open for her as the came to outside, then motioned her off to the left side of the parking lot, now allowing her to walk beside him. The blue one. he motioned, a regular economy car with a few years on it. Nothing impressive. It was something he kicked himself for because he liked the idea of impressing her, showing her that he was doing so well unlike a few years ago and she should have just stuck with him because he would do so much better. He again stopped himself. This isn't Lisa. There might be some crap in the seat. Let me get it. He said as he walked up to the driver door, clicking to unlock the driver's door only. A second later he moved to click it twice, which unlocked all the doors. It was something he hoped he would get used to doing. He slid into the seat, the car shifting from the added weight as he reached over and started to move away papers and a few receipts. He threw it all in the backseat. She opened up the door just in time to watch him grab a disposed fast food bag from the floor and toss it back behind his seat. He made a gesture that the seat was clear and watched her slide on in. Now, I need to warn you. I'm a race car driver. Daniel started the car. So you might want to hang on. He shot her a smile, holding back a laugh. It was something he thought was so funny. He pulled out slowly, carefully, then started off out of the lot and onto the road. His driving was controlled and purposeful. He hovered at the speed limit, not caring that other cars were going by him. It felt wrong to go breaking the speed limit laws. Especially for something so petty as to save a few seconds on your trip. And with a passenger, he was extra cautious about the idea. He let one tailgating driver experience his vengeful maneuver of letting off the gas, slowing down gradually before the jerked around him and sped on by. It always brought a smile on his lips to do that. The bastard deserved it and should just relax already. They were in the parking lot for restaurant chain and as he parked the car, he motioned her to get out. A thing he felt funny about as if she was just going to sit in the car. He walked her over to the entrance, opening the door for her. And as the hostess came up, he smiled at her. Table for two. It was a moment later that they were seated and each had a menu pushed into their hands. Well, here we are. Are you sure you don't want to eat a bit? I'm gonna' feel bad about having dinner if you just have a coffee. He said. He knew he was putting her on the spot, especially after offering just coffee, but it felt harmless. She'd say yes. She'd have to, he figured. She always did. Again, he paused. It's not Lisa.