As the other co-workers slowly abandon Samantha's cubicle to get back to their own work, she looks over at you and makes eye contact. You almost look away, but instead you meet her gaze and she smiles at you. Then she waves, and then gestures with a curl of her fingers for you to come over.
At first, you worry maybe she's signaling to someone behind you. You look over your shoulder, seeing no one there, then look back and, just to be safe, point to your own chest and raise your eyebrows quizzically.
Her smiles widens invitingly and she nods and gestures again. Your heart beats a little faster, and you try not to look too eager as you make your way over to her.
"Nice flowers," you says.
Samantha responds by picking up the entire bouquet and, very intentionally, dropping the whole thing in the trash can. You grimace at her expression.
"My boyfriend," she explains. "Well, actually, my ex-boyfriend. We broke up last weekend."
Those are the most beautiful words you've ever heard, but you try your best to look sympathetic rather than excited.
"Oh, no! What happened?"
Samantha sighs.
"We were together since high school and I kept asking when we were going to take our relationship to the next level. But he didn't want to. So I dumped his ass."
"Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you," you say, trying your hardest to sound sincere, maybe even meaning it just a little. You do think she deserves to be happy, after all.
She looks down at the flowers in the trash.
"He keeps trying to get me to take him back," she says. "To be honest, I'm kinda tempted. I mean, he's too immature and a shitty boyfriend. I'd just be using him for the sex."
You feel your jaw drop.
"We've been together so long, I forgot what it was like to go an entire week without getting fucked senseless," Samantha continues. "I'm not sure how much longer I can go without it."
Her big blue eyes blink at you.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I probably shouldn't have said that out loud. But you're such a good listener! Thank you!"
With that, she gives you an affectionate side hug, trapping your arm between the soft curves of her breasts through her blouse.
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