(Unexpected continuation of the story Tell Her...)
Holding his coffee in one hand, he watched his steps with exquisite care, slipping behind her as she strode down the hall. She never noticed their near collision.
Or so he thought. Still moving, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Hi."
Surprised, he could only mumble his own hello. But he did remember to smile. A good one, he thought.
She frowned for a moment, but before he could repeat himself she said, "I'm surprised you remember my name."
He opened his mouth to speak.
Andy breezed by.
"What? What was that?"
Amusement breaking along her face, she continued looking over her shoulder, her focus entirely on Andy, who was smaller but infinitely more animated than he was. Then Andy was out of sight and they were fast approaching his office, and—
In his head he called Andy several things only other number crunchers could appreciate.