“Linc, Karen wants to see you.”
Hmmm… she’s married, but maybe she finally came to her senses? Oh yeah, I can see it now:
“Oh Linkie poo, I was so wrong about him!” She runs right into my arms for manly comfort. “He’s such an abusive, unfaithful, ugly loser, but I realize now that you alone were the only one for me!” *kissy kissy smoochie smoochie*
I smiled broadly at the fantasy and walked over to her section.
“Hey Karen, what’s up?”
She looked up. “You dropped your keys.” She handed them over.
“… … … … … … … … … oh. Thanks.”
“What’s wrong? You look disappointed.”
“Er, nothing.” I muttered, and quickly walked back to my desk.
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