“Maggie. Maggie…hmm,” James continued to say awkwardly as if he were thinking aloud.

“Are you okay?” Maggie asked.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just trying to remember your name, that’s all,” he fibbed, “Here we are, this is Mona’s office.” He pointed over to a receptionist’s desk.

“That’s Kelly’s old desk, do you want me to put your stuff there?” He asked.

“Would you? You’re so sweet,” she said, pouring out another warm smile, “I should, um, go see Mona now, but I’d really like to continue chatting with you. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Yes. Oh yes!” James said, unable to control his enthusiasm. He quickly tensed up, adjusted his tie, and cleared his voice to cover himself.

“I mean, of course,” he said, trying to put on his best businesslike tone, “I’m over in accounting.”

“Okay,” she said, “Nice to meet you James.” She waved and dissapeared into Mona’s office.

He stood there for a moment, letting the sweet way she said his name echo in his head.