The man her heart isn't missing.

Friday. You're in the office, waiting for the last hour to tick by before lunch time. It's probably the first time you're working in a government based enterprise and the semi desk- bound work is considerably light compared to the previous life draining episodes at Citibank. The pantry offers a decent range of hot beverages and free flow of biscuits which provides your healthy daily dosage of metamine intake.

Apart from the occasional mechanical noise from printer, there is nothing else that breaks the silence of this place.In a certain way, bright colours of the offices' architechture helps with the drag in the late afternoon and the overall monotony of work. Powers of observation has proven that the hair for the male staffs are kept no longer than the straightened length of your leg hair and the female's skirt no shorter than knee length. No eye candy has been spotted so far in your 2 months here.

Suddenly she comes into thought. The sly almond eyes, sheepish smile, flawless complexion along with that heart shaped face of hers that displayed the very essence of innocence and purity. You remember how soft and cold her silky skin felt against yours, but thats as far as it went.

Perphaps, in another time, at another place, things would be different.But right now, you are the man her heart isn't missing.