Jimmy had been on a call when I walked past him, so but for the transfer of memo slips from his hand to mine, I was able to get into my office without conversation. Until noon.
“So, I forgot my lunch in the fridge at home. Could you tell me where that diner is that you go to?”
I’m staring at him, trying to figure out if it’s some kind of covert attempt at suggesting we take lunch together, or a legitimate question. My d**k, and subsequently my voice, couldn’t care less about the details. “I could show you.”
He smiles brilliantly. “That would be cool.”
I walk down the hallway ahead of him by a good three steps, keep that pace down the stairs, and peek into the reception area before I walk into it. Stacy is already at lunch, and to say that I’m grateful that she doesn’t see us walk out t
