Wurkenplace
Bored before even starting work, you decide to wander over to the supply and copy room. Maybe there's a new batch of pens to swipe before everyone else does.
As you open the door, you're confronted with a long pair for toned legs extending down from a short skirt... the cute front-desk girl is standing on her tip-toes on a step stool, trying to put something up on the top shelf.
Your mouth dries up... and you're barely able to stammer, "Uh, hi. Just, uh, looking for a pen."
A coy half-smile crosses her face briefly. "Well, we've got plenty of pens here," she says as she finishes... whatever it was (you've lost interest - watching her move has become a lot more interesting).
Looking away from you, she steps back down and proceeds to put away the stool... going out of her way to make sure there's no more blood making it to your brain.
She turns back around, twirling a lock of hair around a finger. With a smirk she says, "So, weren't you looking for a pen?"
You blink. "Oh yeah, right. Um, a pen. They're uh, over here, right?"
She shakes her head. "No, I've got one here." Slowly, she pulls a pen from her blouse. She grabs a piece of paper, writes something on it, and folds it in half, and places the pen on top. "There you go. It writes just fine!" With a final twirl of her hair she saunters out of the room, leaving you sweating a bit.
It isn't until a minute later when your boss comes in that you're snapped out of your near comatose state. With little more than a terse "hi" you grab the pen and paper and duck out of the room.
Back at the cubicle, you read the note... "Be back here at 4:30!" Signed with a heart. Your calendar shows that there's an all-company meeting at 4:30 (because what better time for a company meeting than 4:30 on a Friday afternoon?).
Your move...
