"Good morning," Ophelia forced herself to say. She could not peel her eyes away from him. She was sure that the female workers who worked with him would be delighted to see him every day. They could feed their eyes, and even though she very much knew before now that he was a good-looking one, she could not bring her mind to accept that he was that good-looking and going out of the house like that.
"Ophelia?" he said, snapping his fingers in her face.
She jumped out of her thoughts startled and faced him. "Yeah?" she said, trying to play it off. She was just thinking about things and not about him. Why did he have to look so good? First thing on a Monday morning?
"I was asking if you have any hangover symptoms."
"Yeah, my head hurts a bit, but I am sure that when I get out into the sun
