The sun shone through the window of the Information Systems Department. It splashed across Sarah's keyboard and illuminated her bright red fingernail polish.
She looked across the room. The lack of cubicle walls and clear view of Scott Rondell made her smile. She felt like a high school student again.
Whenever she wanted to see the perfect man, she only had to look up and there he was, sitting at a desk just a few feet away from her. She remembered all those days in school when she would see Scott hunched over his desk in his letterman jacket and she would dream of someday becoming his wife.
She would write variations over and over in her notebook: Mrs. Rondell, Mrs. Scott Rondell, Sarah Rondell, Sarah Wilkens-Rondell, Sarah Rondell-Wilkens, Mrs. Sarah Rondell...
Her computer moni
