April 10 th , 2004
He finds her office. Completely by chance, of course. He was walking past it on his way back from lunch. The fact that she walked in front of him the whole way there had nothing to do with it at all.
Nothing at all.
It's not too far from his. A few paces to the lift, barely a second going down, a left turn, and then a few paces until he would arrive at her door.
He pictures himself walking to her office with a bouquet of flowers or chocolates or something equally clichéd. He pictures himself leaning over her desk to place a kiss on her forehead.
And then he takes these imaginings and flings them away from himself, into the far wall, and he pictures them shattering into a million pieces and falling to the floor like a broken china plate.
He's disgusted with himself for even following her in the first place.
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