The Second Name: Office romance betrayal
- Tassandra Barnaby
- Jan 18
- 2 min read
Love will never reside there. Not in the tiny, hot office with the smell of stale coffee lingering. The printer will never stop churning out paper. But Leo showed up anyway. Every day. The laugh is the sign of the passing of the years. Like a promise solely for me, the smile is etched but has been lingering. We experimented through inside jokes. Had lunch together. Held implicit agendas for the mini world we shared. He made me feel as if someone always trailed behind me, close enough for me to count on for the two years.