C5 P6a

The more I thought about it the more mad I got. What is this girl thinking? I can be a real jerk and walk down the row and tell her where to jump off the train. Or I could brush it off. I did inflict bodily harm. And the cost of ice cream is not a big price to pay. Why do they do this to men? They make you think that they are soft, kind and gentle, but they are really beasts. A wolf in sheep's clothing come to mind.
The nerve of some women...no...strike that...girls.
I dove back into my work like never before, at least at this job. As I worked my madness/frustration melted away like snow under a late spring sun.
"Hey, Santa Fe, you ready? Hey, Santa Fe, you ready?"
I heard someone call Santa Fe, but I didn't know anyone by that name. I didn't turn around to see who was calling who.
"Hey, Freight Train, I'm hungry."
Again, I really wasn't paying attention to who was calling who.
I hear this deep female voice. Whoever was calling had rolled some paper into a megaphone and said, "Santa Fe Freight Train is leaving the station and bound for the land of Ice Cream. Toot, toot!"
Annoyed, I turned and there standing in the doorway of my Cube 5.
"Oh, Sorry!"
"This is going to be an interesting lunch."
I look at her with a big question mark written on my face (it wasn't literally written there).
"In the last 24 hours I have only heard you say, 'Sorry, Okay, Yes, and Oh. That is not a lot to go on."
"Sorry." It was at this point that I had to turn my head because I was smiling and I did not want Carly to see it.
When the elevator doors opened I held out my hand to gesture for her to lead the way. This she did. Again, I smiled. This may turn the tables in my favor. I don't know what tables, but I was tired of feeling like a total idiot around this girl.