He walked down the hall, looking at the floor. He practiced what he planned on saying but nothing seemed to come out right. He hand shook as he reached for the doorknob. “Come on, fucker, do it.” He kept telling himself. He opened the door and saw Greg there, standing talking to Lisa. James panicked and slammed the door shut. Shit.Shit.Shit. He turned to walk away but Lisa caught him. “James, where are you going?” “I came…I wanted…but…” Greg looked at him, looked at Lisa, and left. “James, please, come in…” Lisa instructed, keeping her eyes on the departing Greg. James sat down and poured his heart out. “I need to leave, Lisa, it’s not healthy.” “What isn’t?” she asked. “MY LOVE FOR GREG !” James blurted out. They both looked at each other, not saying a word. Lisa giggled and turned to her desk. “What is so God damn funny?!” he demanded. “Greg came in here and told me the same thing.” Lisa smiled.