"How many roommates do you have?" Scott asked in amazement.
They sat among their comrades from the office at the department's Christmas party, just an informal shindig at a Mexican bar after work Thursday afternoon.
"I live with ******' nephew," Debbie replied with a wry smile.
Scott looked up suddenly. He had spilled the entire contents of his drink into his lap. Now it was his turn to smirk in embarrassment as Debbie lifted a towel up to him.
"Thanks," he said, unable to meet her gaze. A look of dread crossed his youthful face.
"Scott, you said you wanted to go out for coffee with us!" A horrible shriek intruded upon their polite conversation.
Debbie turned in her chair and gave her female co-worker one dirty look of hatred, scrunching up her face and narrowing her blue eyes.
"I've been pulled," he said. He stood up. He slipped his hand loosely through hers in an open gesture. But she squeezed it tightly, then let go.
"We'll have to go out sometime," he said.
"Definitely," seh nodded. Go out, sometime?? She wanted to marry him.
