So, big thanks to the Hypertext Magazine for that. Excerpt? Word.
"You warily move around each other at the office, almost stalking one another. Or do you? Maybe it’s all in your head.
Still, there are times when she looks right at you, through you, with longing and desire, both humored and intrigued.
Tonight she sits there on the bumper of a van outside some club where a work event has just gone down. Her eyes are half open. Coin slots on the uneven plain of her face. She’s been drinking again.
“Sit down,” she says, patting the spot on the bumper next to her."