Just Dinner

Stretching and yawning Miriam looked Gus up and down.

"Like what you see?"

Miriam shrugged. "I've seen worse."

Gus chuckled and in two strides, stood in front of her desk. She seemed in a flirtatious mood and he wondered why. He looked down at the assorted papers, but none made sense or gave him a clue to her mood.

He rested two hands on her desk. "What are you working on?"

"Dinner," she said and turned off her computer.

"Dinner?"

"Yes, the meal you eat in the evening?"

Gus groaned. "I understand the concept. What are you thinking about dinner?"

"I'm mentally reviewing the items in my fridge."

She stood and put her dark gray jacket on over her pale pink blouse. He noticed the matching skirt didn't come to her knees.

"Dreary color for you," he commented.

"I attended a funeral today." Joe. Her heart hurt for a moment.

Picking up her briefcase she strolled past him.