Unwanted Attraction
A bundle of nerves tightened in my gut as I gawked up at Lukas, bemused that he would interrupt my lunch to ask such a thing. “If it’s for business purposes, feel free to join Johanna and me at our desks anytime,” I blurted, internally recoiling at the distinct possibility that his request had nothing to do with our jobs. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his gray dress pants, his posture appearing uncertain.
Lukas looked away from me, his forehead wrinkling. “Actually, I like to get to know new employees one-on-one, so I can find out how to best support them.” He glanced at what was left of my Döner, then focused on my face again, shuffling away from one of the tree branches to stand up straighter.
“I’m pretty sure that can be done during a meeting. If I have any
