As seconds exchanged the hours into the evening, the office became a bar. Alone watching those younger trade stiffness and worries for a loose freedom streamed from an endless tap.
I thought venomously of their delight.
That’s until my eyes were pulled into the vortex of hers. She sat only two seats away; how wasn’t I pulled in sooner? She raised her cocktail, motioning for me.
The fluidity of the drinks replicated the conversation, bottomless.
She left alongside those younger, soon only silence and I remained.
In my silence, a smile formed. Not much was said.
Exactly what I needed.
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