We’ve shared glances for a while now — in passing, across departments, different floors. Recently, I moved to your floor, and today, fate gave us the break room moment.
You said hello. I said hello back. There was that long pause, that unmistakable look — maybe mutual curiosity, maybe shyness (definitely on my part). We both stood there warming lunch, but not much else was said.
If you felt it too — or if you’re just wondering if this is about you — tell me what I was wearing and/or what floor we now both work on. That’s how I’ll know it’s you.
I hope this reaches the right eyes.