Greg
peered out the window of his 26th floor office suite. He sipped from
the cooling coffee from the mug. “Is it Friday yet?”, read the humorous and
perpetual question on the side. Greg
savored the cooling coffee on his tongue before swallowing it down. No sugar in
his coffee. Just a little cream and that was all the flavoring he liked. The roasted
coffee flavor was all he needed to power through his day.
The
Summer was still stinging the city street and sunshine was pouring over all of
the downtown area. Greg could see the heat shimmering off the sidewalks as the
other busy business people rushed about their days, ducking in any out of
stores and offices and from sunlight to shade. He was watching for one woman in
particular though. He’d seen her at lunchtime nearly every day for weeks now. Greg
thought he might be in love with her.
She
always came out of the 235 building at 12:27 as she headed for what Greg assumed was her lunch. She
was somehow, so easily visible to Greg, even from such a height. She was blonde
and tall, lanky but fit, she always seemed to have some variation of a summer
sundress on and there was just something about the way she walked that caught
his attention. She seemed to float through the crowds and over the hot
sidewalks. She seemed other worldly. Greg was in love with her.
He
didn’t know her name, he didn’t know where she worked, or if she was married or
had kids, or if she even spoke English, but he knew that he loved her. He
wanted to devote his life to her, without ever really seeing her face, hearing
her laugh or seeing her cry. That’s what real love was to Greg. A total
commitment without ever having to judge her on her looks or her charm. He loved
her for what she was to him. On the sidewalk, 26 floors below.
He
sipped his coffee again, scanning the front of the 235 building. He checked his
wall clock in his office; 12:23. It was still too early for her but he didn’t
want to miss her. He could feel himself getting more and more excited to see
her. He felt like he might have a hard-on. Which he certainly could not have,
especially if Jenny or Mr. Slade walked in on him. There he would be, staring
out the window, a hard-on bulging through his suit pants as he lusted after a
woman on the street. He quickly looked down at his own front of his pants but
he was fine. No protruding phallic emergency to worry about. He checked the
clock again and it was still 12:23. He sighed impatiently.
The
computer on Greg’s desk dinged with the arrival of a new email. Greg knew he
should check it since it was probably important, but he just couldn’t yet. Not until
he saw her walk out of the building, float in her beauty towards the deli near
the corner, then turn right and is out of Greg’s view. It was the absolute high
point of his day and he couldn’t imagine not seeing her. There were a few times
when he couldn’t see her, from rain or other weather problem, but he never
missed a sunny day.
Another
ding on his desk computer and his phone started buzzing in his pocket. Greg
ignored them and kept stiff in the window as he stared at the doors of the 235
building. He blinked quickly, but otherwise wouldn’t move a muscle. His arm
still bent at the embow as he gripped his inoffensive coffee mug. It felt heavy
in his hand but he didn’t want to move. If he moved, he might miss her. He
might miss seeing that flash of her long legs as she walked. Her beautiful long
legs that seemed perfect. The way she moved through the crowd with the skill of
an ambulance driver, or maybe it was because she was so beautiful that maybe
people just got out of her way, so it seemed like she moved on a cloud or
something.
He
was stone still in the window, peering down across the street, head practically
against the glass, he was ready to see her. He needed to see her. His computer
dinged again. His phone vibrated in his pocket again. It was so close to the
time. So close to seeing her. He could feel a little sweat on his forehead. He
realized he was getting very worked up. He tried to relax but the anticipation
was too much for him.
A
knock at his office door, mixed with another ding on his computer, more buzzing
in his pocket.
“Just
a moment please,” said Greg over his shoulder towards the door.
The
knock repeated, a little more earnestly.
“Please
just give me another second,” said Greg.
The
door to the 235 building opened. Greg moaned as he saw her step out into the
sunlight, her hair perfectly reflecting the hot summer sun, her floral sundress
playfully twirling around her as she stepped down the small front step. A flip
of her hair to the right as she started walking toward the deli. Greg imagined
the clacking of her heels as she stepped along the sidewalk. He saw the people
part like the Red Sea for her as she made her way to the corner and she turned.
He moaned and closed his eyes. She
disappeared from his view and he exhaled as if he had just had the greatest
sexual experience of his life. He felt slightly weak but also partially relieved.
He loved that woman. She made him feel things no other woman had made him feel.
This sexual lust and fire inside. This craving to see her and the way her body
moved. It was elegance and danger all at once. He wiped the sweat from his
forehead and adjusted the front of his pants. He looked up and felt the air in
his office had changed.
He
heard someone clear their throat. He
looked over his shoulder and Jenny stood in his open office doorway. Her mouth
was open and she had some papers crinkling in her clenched hands.
“Mr.
Slade needs to see you. Right Away,” she said with a slight tremble in her
voice.
“Thank
you, Jenny. I’ll go and see him right now,” said Greg as he turned back toward
the window. He hadn’t been doing much work lately and he’d mostly been thinking
about the woman on the street and how much he loved her more than he’d been
doing any actual work. He wondered if he got fired, if that might be the sign
he needed to go and meet her on the street, to tell her he loved her and that
he knew that they were supposed to be together.
“It
would be perfect,” said Greg out loud.
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