By the time afternoon rolled around, I was halfway through a long and boring meeting with a few other colleagues. The room felt too cold as if someone had cranked the air conditioner to the highest setting on purpose, and no matter how much I tried to focus on the discussion, I was lost in thought.
The voices around me blended together, about reports, numbers, and deadlines, but none of it was enough to pull me away from my thoughts completely. I kept thinking about the last outing I spent with Nick, the conversations we had, the laughter we shared and underneath all of that, I wanted him to ask me out again.
It was getting harder and harder not to smile every time his name popped into my mind. I had told myself I wouldn’t get distracted, that I would stay professional and focused, but a
