I was clobbered at my best that afternoon. Set to meet not the President nor the CEO, but a character of infatuation ripped in flesh from my screen which I pictured as a po-faced swot in tux.
I circled hoping to get a glimpse, but your head was down to your notes. Either you’re absorbed by a lot in your plate or just a proof that I’m not worth a glance. I pulled back in blue.
I heard footsteps getting closer. Too overwhelmed to pay attention when we we’re introduced. I smiled and stared, goosed for a hand shake.