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ETHAN
I was in a foul mood when I walked into the office. Not only did a thunderstorm wash out the trail to one of our usual group picnic spots, but the sous chef quit for a job in Miami. I was tired in a way no amount of coffee would solve. And when I saw Rachel’s empty desk instead of the woman of my dreams behind it, I became even more annoyed.
It had been far too long since that damn night in the parking lot and despite Matt’s optimism, she showed no signs of thawing toward us. Oh, she was all bright and cheerful for the other staff members, but when we were alone in the administrative area, she was like a glacier, thawing toward us at such a slow pace, the change wasn’t even visible.
She’d been pissed at us for a solid month. Thirty days of fantasies instead of getting my hands
