Cubicle life, Emails, Spreadsheets, zoom meetings until… in you walk in your conservative blouse, tidy lunch box, and snappy shoes. I volunteer to be your new employee orientation person – how the copier works, the fax machine, how sign up for insurance.
You’re nowhere on social media; such a mystery. Your dress is striking in that it’s obvious you have a killer body, yet you are trying to hide it. Even though I’m constantly staring, you don’t make a lot of eye contact. Even your accent is without discernible features.
Sitting in our neighboring cubicle, my mind races – are you a sweet and naive, or a sex crazed nympho? I have to use my keyboard tray to hide my bulge.
I’m the office comic relief, not a bit shy. Good looking in a nerdy sort of way, but I always find myself in the friend zone. This time, I’m letting myself out there and making the first move. Secretly I hope you are sweet and naive, but something tells me you’re hiding something behind that high-neck blouse.