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Emily and Steve Part 1

On Monday I trudged into work, depressed about the week ahead as usual and pining for my excellent weekend again. Mike came in, blond hair back in a ponytail and head down as usual. He walked by my desk without saying a word, but after my computer booted up, I got an IM from an Emily69 saying how much she enjoyed our weekend. I replied back that I enjoyed it too, and heard the ping of an incoming IM from Mike's cube.

Not much has changed at work since meeting Emily. Mike is still pretty non-communicative; though now we usually eat lunch together, though mostly we don't say much. But every once in a while, Mike will say something funny or sassy, and look up at me, and I'll see sparkling blue eyes and know that Emily has joined us for just a moment, and I'll start looking forward to our next meeting.