extremely nervous. She is not aware that I know she’s looking
at me, since I have my head turned, but my peripheral vision is
pretty good. I know I should get started. I’ve already waited
way too long and she’s going to think that I don’t have a clue
about what I’m doing and stop being so nice soon.
I’ve had that happen before. Let’s just say that first
days on the job can be really, really rough.
I click my pen again, but for some reason, I just sit
there. I know my whole list of questions that I want to go over
by heart. They just won’t come. Instead, I study Stephanie.
She’s tall and athletic. I know that she’s thirty-three, but I’d
guess twenty-seven just from appearances. She’s wearing dark
skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt, but has tossed a black
blazer overtop, almost as an afterthought, and it looks good on
her. She’s got flat canvas shoes on, which makes the outfit
sporty, not formal. She’s one of those women who will
probably be beautiful forever. She has dark brown hair that
borders on black, but isn’t quite there. The sunlight illuminates
the coppery red shot through the dark strands. She’s let it hang
loose about her shoulders. Her dark eyes snap with
intelligence. She has high cheekbones in a heart-shaped face, a
dainty jawline, and bow lips.
I can’t help myself, I guess. I’m a little bit in awe of
her.
And more than a little attracted.
I keep that to myself, of course. The only way I could
make this day worse is if Steph realized that I was hitting on
her. Which I would never do. It’s not professional. On any
level.
“I…sorry.” I shake my head and glance at Tildy, who is