17
Halli was right about the time. It was a little after eleven when I got back.
Just enough time to shower, change into something special, and get to the office by noon.
Where a certain computer programmer was scheduled to be.
“Hey,” I said as I walked in.
“Hey.” Will didn’t look up. He sat there in his dark khaki cargo shorts and plain black T-shirt furiously typing in code. His hair was all messy and his face was shadowed with stubble. He looked so good.
“I brought you some cereal,” I said. Will’s favorite food. Day or night.
He leaned back in the chair and stretched his neck and shoulders. I handed him the supplies I’d brought from home: bowl, spoon, Cap’n Crunch, milk.
Will sighed deeply and dug in.
I forced my eyes away from him and onto the computer screen. “How’s it lookin
