Or is it?
It’s just an hour…where you only have 60 minutes to convince them to take you out again.
It’s a casual mid day encounter…where you don’t have all of your “get pretty” essentials to help you do a full touch up.
It’s not the first meeting…but it’s the first time you have to walk into their office and know that people are judging you.
It’s just a meal…where there’s not a drop of alcohol to relax you.
There’s no awkward pressure when you leave…because even if you want to make out, it’s not appropriate to do in the parking lot of someones office. No matter how bad you want to.
And even though it was just lunch…I can’t wait to see him again later this week.
PS- I promise to write about things other than the new boy. Cross my heart.