Again! Fantasy evaporates into polycotton reality, as per sodding usual. Aaaagh! This torture; will it ever cease? Let it be one thing or the other: either continue the blissful illusion – at least long enough to get to third base – or leave me be with perpetual reality, unhindered by this miserable torment.

“What? No… sorry. I was just, er… working on a story plotline.”

Maybe I should ditch the pillow for my lunchtime naps; that might help. Good recovery though. Don’t think she sussed me.

I’ll ask her soon. Later, when the timing’s right. Gotta get it right, or I’m cactus. No second chance. Yep, best not to rush it. Cool, keep it cool. I’m in control.

Back to the grind. All’s well. Is she looking… no. Good. Situation normal.

“Hey, Christina.”

“Yep? Wassup? … Matt…”

Hell. What was that pause for? Why did she say ‘Matt’ like that? Damn – she knows. No, keep it cool. No problem. I felt a bead of sweat on my lip and brushed it away casually, collecting a trickle of sleepy drool. Noooo…