July 27, 2016
Back at the office after a month, Bill approaches my desk and tentatively reaches for my hand. I see him but do not acknowledge his presence. It's a little game we have perfected over months of attempting to annoy each other. When he does this, what I usually do is stand up and walk away, because I know that if he successfully gets a hold of my hand, he would put something hideous in it as a form of an in-your-face prank. This time though I didn't walk away. Was surprised to see a chocolate in my hand.