You'd been moved to a new office right in the far corner of the building. It was nice to have the whole office space to yourself, but since work was so quiet it had been rather lonely lately. You'd started to make excuses to leave the office, spreading out tasks just so that you have more chances to interact with people, and your latte intake was unhealthy because you enjoy the chance to make small talk with the baristas and anyone else who catches your eye en route. But you never said a word to me. I think you tried as, in those few moments too long that we held eye contact in the hall, I recognized the look of someone about to speak. In those brief seconds I felt your hunger, and when you passed my office I know you slowed your pace, and I often caught you nervously looking in.