He had reached a crossroads. It was now or never. Should he ask her or not?
They had been getting on well. He wasn’t great at reading these sort of situations but there was definite chemistry between them. While at work they sought each other out to chat, there was laughter, there was smiling.
Come on, she was bound to agree to a date, a meal, even just a drink, just the two of them.
He looked at her on the other side of the bar. He had avoided her that evening. She looked particularly attractive, he had always thought that – too good for him.
Perhaps they were only meant to be friends. He didn’t want to ruin that. And you shouldn’t mix work and pleasure. What if she took offence? What if she saw it as exploitation? Unwanted attention?
He finished his drink. He pulled out some coins…
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