“Yeah, there’s a lot going on,” he told me, but he looked away.
“I’ve been busy,” he offered vaguely.
“Okay,” I said.
“I have an idea,” he said in a lighter tone. “How about we make Fridays our lunch days?”
“Really?” I asked. “Every Friday?”
“Well, within reason,” he laughed. “We obviously won’t be able to make it every single Friday, but we can give it our best shot.
How about that?”
I smiled. “Okay.”
I was surprised when he walked over and gave me a hug. He felt warm and smelled like soap.
I knew that I was treading on tricky ground and that we had begun to form more of a friendship rather than a working relationship. I considered backing off because I felt things for him that I had no business feeling. Our schedules were busy and often conflicted, so the majority of our time to
