Causal looks across the room and one would assume that we knew each other but we are known strangers. Long days at work and occasionally I would run into him standing by the cooler refreshing his pink lips. That smile would gather and hold me each time I passed by him. The real reward was when he would come to my desk and ask for a pen. Sometimes I would take this pen on a journey through my mind and wondered would he sign this love letter to me, “I love you.” The stares at my thighs told me that he wanted something but his lips could never utter the words. So I said something but yet he didn’t even hear my words. So these causal looks across the room remain the same until one of decides to make a change.