It was a normal day at work, and I was having a normal (for me) mood-swing day. The annoying, yet increasingly tolerable, manager stopped me on my way back from break to ask if I had seen the other manager. I immediately get happy at the thought of him; after all he is my crush. But I tell the annoying one no, and he walks off in a hurry.
I enter my department ready to get back to work. I’m surprised to be grabbed by a hand so suddenly. My crush laughed out loud because he hadn’t been able to scare in a good long while. I let him know about the on going search, and he tells me that he’s hiding. His impish humor is what drew me to him in the first place and I let loose a toothy grin at this behavior.
We get lost to a conversation about random things, and he notices that I’m distracted by something on his chest. I tell him it’s the chest hair poking through his collar (unknowing to him, body hair a turn on of mine), and tickle the exposure.
Suddenly I’m pinned against the wall of the aisle (which was awkward in it’s own right because of the shelving, not to mention our height differences). He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I felt so alive, but all I could do was stare at him in wide-eyed disbelief. I had always thought he was straight.
I asked him how long he’d been waiting to do that. He let out another of his nerdy laughs (my heart melts), and just as he’s about to answer I wake up.