Signs of Life (4)
It’s a bit unnerving when I wonder just exactly which signal she referred to. Several came to mind, a few of which I’d only personally encountered a few times in clubs while intoxicated, and rarely were they gestured in honesty. (How could they be?) None of them, I might add, should be used in good conscience when asking one for a date…so no, I wasn’t taking her advice here in the workplace or anywhere else.
“Yo, Parker!” She asks, looking up over the desk she’s packing up for the weekend, “What’s the plan for tonight?”