He’d joined the office a few months later. He had kind blue eyes and a smile you’d immediately want to return but she was still in her I-need-to-impress-my-colleagues mode and didn’t want to be seen hanging out with a novice. Curt nods were all she gave him.
More so because of her inferiority complex than anything else, she’d try extra hard to appear overly professional; always buried in her work, typing, frowning over details. Being home was a relief, where she could shed her perfunctory demeanor and take a break from her overthinking.
She’d think about him at times, it wasn’t easy finding people you’d immediately gravitate towards at the workplace, at least for her but decided to wait another week or so before reciprocating his greetings positively. Maybe in the parking lot, where she’d seen him drive in early, just like her and park in the same spot.
A day after his fatal accident, she glanced sadly at his empty parking space, wishing desperately that she’d at least given him that one smile.