I dont believe in accidents

There seems no graceful thing left to do but thank you and to walk off. You smile again, a great warming smile and wink at me. Promising to call me soon you walk off. I move very slowly from the spot hoping you will in fact call, very soon. Shopping is no longer important. I think I found what I was looking for... All afternoon it seems I fantasized about you. So hoping you'd call and suggest a quiet dinner, or just a drink after work. Every time the phone rang I jumped. To say I was unproductive was truly an understatement. There was no possibility of running into you in the elevator, since you were 8 floors away and used a separate bank of them.

Just as I was beginning to think you weren't going to call the delivery boy arrived. What incredibly beautiful yellow roses! And the card was special, too. It merely said, "I Don't believe in Accidents. Please meet me in the same place at 5:15. TM." My heart pounded, and the smile on my face was described by a co-worker as bordering on obscene.