He sits right across me, and solemnly stares at his system all the time. I need to know what he finds so interesting in that wretched thing. He is the BDM at my workplace , standing tall, stylish, with typical south Indiannish looks.
Did I mention I’m kind of little biased when it comes to guys from South India ? I find them to be well groomed, intelligent, and they seem to aware of whats happening around the World, though this is just my personal opinion.
I have to turn by 180 Degrees, every time I have to catch a glimpse of him, which isn’t always possible, though the urge is very strong. There are rumors that he is seeing some chick from other department. I hope they are only ‘Good Friends’. Well, the chick is beautiful and kind of compliments him. But I prefer to look other way. I creep with jealousy every time I see them together.
On days when he pairs white shirt with blue denims, it becomes difficult to concentrate on work.
Does he deliberately keep the shirt unbuttoned at the top ? Well, if does, he really succeeds in making me day dream about him, the tuft of hair on his chest can be clearly seen , and it becomes impossible to look straight at him.
He looks cool, and I guess he already knows that, he also knows that girls drool over him. But does he know about me too, I sincerely hope he doesn’t. For this would end the game before it starts , well if it ever starts.
On a good day, He sits at my place to check my work, and I get a full unrestricted view of him for couple of minutes. On a bad day, he simply walks past me, as if I’m a ghost. And, obviously there are way too much of bad days than good ones.
On some other day, in some another world, he looks at me lovingly, smiles at me, looks straight into my eyes, and says ‘You look beautiful’, and I blush a little, mumbling ‘Thank you’
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