Michelle usually leaves work on Fridays late and I’ve been able to schedule my departure to match hers before (but not in a creepy stalker way).
I could tell immediately that she was hoping not to see me. But I got in anyway and tried to diffuse the situation right away.
“Hey. I’m sorry about Halloween. I was drunk, but that’s no excuse.”
She thought about it for a minute, letting me stew, then said, “I’m glad you said something.”
“Look, I like you. I’m not going to deny that. And I think you like me, too. But it’s bad timing. You’ve got a boyfriend and I’m dating someone, too. I guess the alcohol just kind of wore down my impulse control.”
“Yeah, it can do that.” She laughed.
We rode for another few second before I added, “I hope things work out with Adam,” (lie!), “But if they don’t, and I’m single, too, maybe one day we can see where things go.”
I looked at her with as much sincerity as I could muster. “Until then… friends?”
The elevator reached the lobby and the door opened. She actually got out before answering, then turned back–intentionally or unintentionally dramatic, not sure which– and said, “Friends.”
We both smiled and she took off.