I walk down the long hallway of the office building where the company I work for, Whitefox Publishing in London. I’ve worked here for about two years now, but you just came in around 5 months ago as a temporary transfer from the New York office. The minute I saw you…God. Majority of the employees at my level are either men or middle aged women, so when you were introduced to us I nearly dropped every file I was holding.

Of course, I’m known to mostly keep to myself here at the office, so I never initiated conversation with you at first. But you gradually started saying hi to me in passing, sending me small smiles during meetings, ending your emails with positive little notes, so I gradually started to warm up to you a little. Except that came crashing down when I realized your 6 months here in London are almost up.

I’m lost in my own thoughts as I set my briefcase down on my desk, getting my own computer started up for the morning, and don’t even notice you walking past my office.