I have a small office in Van Nuys with my boss being gone most afternoons making me the only one there for the last few hours.
One summer morning I had a notary scheduled to stop by to get some documents signed. Mind you I have a small, windowless office with a wooden door.
In walks an athletic, black/hispanic/cuban woman who I later find out is from Florida. I feel like there’s some sort of energy between us. She’s easy going. She’s wearing spandex type leggings with a colored frilly top that is as long as a dress. She’s got flat sandals on. I invite her into my office and she sits on one of the the comfy chairs while I sit at my desk. I get all of my documents in order and she brings out the notary book. We have some nice small talk and as we get going I decide it would make things easier for me to move next to her in the other chair. Plus I thought I’d try my luck with her. At the same time I closed my door because my coworkers were making a racket outside.