Knowing Scott will attend the workshop with me makes the whole ordeal a little more tolerable. We’ll have six hours together in the car as we drive down to Charlotte, and a whole two days spent hanging out together at the hotel—we won’t know anyone else at this workshop, so naturally he’ll stick with me—not to mention another six hours on the drive back to Richmond. Somewhere between here and there and back again, I plan to make a move, show him how I really feel, and see if we can’t take our flirtatious banter out of the workplace and into the rest of our lives.
But my confidence fizzles when I hear his laugh as he enters the call center. I’m on the phone with a customer and the sound of his voice washes over me. I turn to look for him, a smile already tugging at my lips, the customer on
