“Yep. But I’m talking about a normal work day. I think we’re handling it very responsibly. Nobody suspects a thing.”
“And that’s wonderful. Let’s keep it that way.”
“Like I said, my lips are sealed. We wouldn’t want a whisper-fest.”
“No, we wouldn’t.”
“How does one go public with the juiciest morsel of office gossip? Make a boardroom announcement? Or put it in the company newsletter?”
She laughed. “Or we tell Joe. He’d get the rumor mills pumping nicely. He has the biggest mouth and everyone will know by the end of the day. That, or we leave a group event together. I guess that makes it pretty obvious. But the office gossip can be relentless.”
“Yeah, I’m not quite ready for the drama yet. So let’s not blab to Joe. Or anyone. And we’re not lying. We’re just not telling.”
Britt laughed as he chuckled.
***
Todd looked at Britt and smiled as she walked to her desk. “How was your weekend?”
“Great,” she said. “And yours?”
“Peachy. But I stayed up too late watching T.V. Good thing I live on coffee.”
He nodded, and then walked toward the coffee machine in the break room.
Marj grabbed Britt’s arm. “He’s going to drive me to the vending machine!”
“Why? Because he’s going to drink all the coffee?”
“If I have to spend the entire morning, every single Monday answering that exact same question to everyone here, I’m going to scream.”
Britt chuckled. “We should just hand out cards.”
“Like the size of a business card?”
“Yeah. It can say: I had a great weekend. Thank you. Spent time with my grandma. How was yours? Then he can hold up his card.”
Marj laughed. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.”
That morning Jack and Britt were chatting up a storm at the photocopier, exchanging meaningful glances. Seeing Jack made Monday mornings so much better.
“You’re breaking the rules,” Britt whispered.
“Which one?”
“No lingering looks.”
He shot her that dashing smile. “But you look so damn beautiful.”
“Jack!”
“We’re going to navigate the minefield of workplace romance just fine,” he said. “You’ll see. How about lunch?”
“No long lunches. That’s like stepping on a minefield.”
“Then a short one?”