Anna needs a moment to think.

"Yeeeaaah," said Anna. "Just... hold on to those for me, will you?"

Anna jumped up out of her chair and ran past her long term boyfriend who she'd never met before. She walked briskly down the hallway, trying not to look like she was running. As soon as she turned a corner she flattened herself against the wall and started sucking deep breaths into her lungs as fast as she could.

When she felt more under control, she turned around and peaked around the corner. Mitchel was talking to Fran. She laughed at something. Okay, so he was cute and funny. Anna watched Mitchel put the flowers, already in a vase, on her desk. Okay, considerate, too. He seemed to be looking around, but Anna wasn't sure how long she'd have to wait until he went away.

Time passed, and Mitchel sat down in Anna's chair. Anna kept watching from behind the corner.

"What are we doing?" said a voice behind her.

Anna half glanced back, only enough to barely register that a man was beside her, leaning around the corner and looking at her desk with her.

"We're looking at my boyfriend," said Anna, staring at Mitchel. "I mean, I guess he's my boyfriend. Yes, yes, he's my boyfriend. But I don't really know him, right? He seems like he might be nice, but what if he's like the last guy? I've done so much and ended up with this guy, what if it was all a waste? What if I moved heaven and earth just to get a guy who's a little cute for a minute, then annoying?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a real problem. Maybe you should keep staring at him for another ten minutes."

Anna turned around to say something, then lost her nerve. It was John Florence, the owner of the company. The very young, fit, handsome owner of the company. She'd fantasized about running her hands through his thick, black hair since she'd started working there. Anna froze and stared at him blankly.

John looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. Silence. He kept staring expectantly, and she kept trying to make her brain work again. Anna desperately wished that somebody would say something.

"Hey honey, are you ready to take me to brunch?"

Anna turned to see a woman walk up to John and kiss him on the cheek. She was Asian-American, probably Chinese-American, 5'3", with glasses although they looked fake. She was everything Anna had made attractive with the app, and she was obviously John's girlfriend.

"Sure, I'm ready," said John. "I was just walking out to meet you, and I ran into this lady who was going back to her desk."

"Right!" said Anna with a much too big smile. "Back to work! Have a nice lunch! I mean brunch!" She spun around and ran off, bumping into Mitchel, who had come up behind her during her conversation with her boss. Anna bounced off him and fell on her butt.

"Are you okay?" asked Mitchel, leaning down and offering her his hand.