In he came, young and a lingering curiosity.
Desk in parallel.
A smile and brief hi.
Many glances later.
Much conversation in politeness.
And there were lunches.
Soon, the question popped...
"Just friends." I replied, extending my hand.
A slight disappointment flicked across his brown eyes.
"Yeah... Just friends" And he took mine in his. Shook.
"Remember, lunch later?" He smiled.
"Yes. Just friends." I smiled.
He stood and walked to the printer,
brushing my hand lightly as he went.
Yet, I feel nothing.
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