I was walking through the plaza at the beginning of my lunch break and saw Mari sitting on a bench under one of the sun sails looking at her phone.
She was the secretary at the office in the suite next to ours in the building we worked in.
She was 23, 5’4. Beautiful dark skin with blonde, tight curled hair. She had a perfect body. She worked out and danced every day because she was a Laker Girl.
I waved to her and she smiled and motioned for me to sit down.
We had known each other for 3 years and regularly interacted and helped each other if we needed it.
We had once bumped into each other at a club one night and had shared a dance and did a little grinding.
That was about a year and a half ago.
I live just a couple miles from the office so I normally go home for lunch. I offered to make her something if she wanted to come over.
She wasn’t sold. She looked back down at her phone and looked at the Postmates page.