So....this week, we've got a temp who's joined the office. She's sort, smiley, giggly, incredibly sweet, button cute (she looks like a dark, sultrier version of Coronation Street actress Lucy Fallon, who plays Bethany Platt) and this week has been in my company as I've been training her. We get on well, she feels comfortable enough with me already to banter and flirt (or maybe she's just being friendly?), and although she's off in mid June (maybe to come back later in the year) she's a welcome addition to the office.
Of the days she's been here, only one of them hasn't seen her in a short dress, black opaque tights and boots (though today's were ankle boots). We work in close proximity and we're side by side for about eight hours, so I get to see a lot of her black stocking legs. We've shared the odd patted shoulder/arm/back, and today she leaned into me and squeezed my wrist. She's mentioned about coming to the park with me when it gets warmer (her suggestion, not mine), so if she's in tights then it may be a chance to see her feet. However....and you knew there'd be a 'however'...
She's also 17 years my junior, which is playing havoc with my ego and feelings as it's a massive age gap, even though there's nothing going on. If I do get to see her stocking feet I'll be very taken, I'm sure....but the age difference will be on my mind. This must be what a mid-life crisis feels like....I knew it would happen sooner or later. Let's just see what happens, eh?
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