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"Oh, good morning, Martha," Dewey said as he stepped into the elevator. He didn't know why, but he always got so incredibly nervous every time he saw the brunette beauty.
"Morning, Dewey," Martha replied, surprised that he had remembered her name.
They had only met briefly a week ago...and smiled a few times in passing since.
She thought about her night with Gertie.
Do I like Dewey? Is he hot? Martha wondered to herself.
"Did you have a nice weekend?" Martha asked. She wanted an excuse to glance over at Dewey. She needed to assess the situation.
"Oh, it was pretty quiet." Dewey smiled. I guess he is kinda cute, in a plain and forgettable sort of way. She thought.
In studying him a bit further, Martha concluded she would even consider him handsome, he was just a bit too awkward fo
