12. I Don't Want My Latte from the Comapny Cafeteria

Leighton packed the files off the systems analyst's desk. The latter looked nervous, twirling a strand of hair. She looked full of nerves enough to chew on it.

'Leighton, you sure everything's fine?'

'Yeah,' said Leighton, rolling his eyes.

'I mean, I was gonna bring the files myself, is Mr Chevrolet angry?'

'No. Wena, you're overreacting.'

Rowena wrung her hands and tried to smile but only succeeded in looking more nervous. 'If you say so.'

Leighton flashed a smile, ticked something on the top file then pat her cheek and made to go.

'Leighton?'

He stopped and glanced back at her.

'I was wondering if you're still up for a drink at my apartment.' Rowena was shy saying this, her face red right to the roots of her hair, like someone suffering from a bad rash.

Leighton turned pink at the neck and ears. 'Well, okay, fine by me.' Then he bolted out of the room speedwalking to the elevator towards the end of the hallway.

It was his luck it was a mini-break for the fourth floor and no one was