Stacy was an accountant at a law firm, her days were tedious and usually pertained to sitting behind a desk, transcribing in tedious detail whatever boring information was chirped through her earpiece from the lawyers down the hall
She hated it there, along with everyone who worked there too, except for Patricia
She had the hots for Patricia.
On this sweltering Sydney summer afternoon, after months of anticipation, she made her move, two weeks prior, she called up Bruce, their boss, asking to have her break moved from the usual 12PM, to a later 1:30, as to not so coincidentally line up with Patricias
Bruce was aware of the deskridden swooning, and professionally disapproved, he would’ve declined the request had it not seemed to be possibly the beginning of the most interesting thing to happen in this office in months, since Jamie, one of the firms lawyers, quit with by firing a cap gun at each of his coworkers in October
So when the clock said 1:26, and the last transcription before he break arrived, she completed it halfway to standing all the while eyeing Patricia, who was already on her way out the door
As she got to the final line she swung her head around in dramatic fashion, causing the earpiece to fly off in dramatic fashion, she yelled
“Patty!”, every head in the office turned to look at something anyone, within four or five desks of Stacy knew was inevitable
Patricia turned towards her, and when Stacy, against all odds not tripping whilst speedwalking in heels, tossed her arm over her nonchalantly asking if she wanted to go out for lunch with her, she said yes
They made their way five doors down from the firm to the local McDonald’s, which wasn’t the fancy lunch that Patricia was expecting, though she understood that they couldn’t have gone any further within half an hour, if they wanted to get back without breaking the hundred meter sprint record
Patty and Stacy had a great time chatting over lunch, Patty had a Big Mac meal with a sparkling water and Stacy ordered a far smaller meal of a large chips with a coke
Stacy looked at her with a glance that harboured both respect, and attraction A smile appeared on her now freshly salted lips,
“You really drink that stuff?”
Patty smiled, jeering was common place in the office, and those two performed as well as the greats
“I’ve drank a lot worse, this is my weekday drink”
She winked, a multipurposed gesture
Stacy leapt at the opportunity
“How about we share a weekend drink tomorrow night?”
This was it, it was all on the line, hearts on the sleeve and she didnt even know if Patty was into women
“For sure”
Thank god.
They finished their meals and gossiped on the way back to the office, throughout the rest of the afternoon they shot glances and winks at eachother back and forth relentlessly, tomorrow was going to be fun