Sandy, Female; Slim, about the same age as you

You find yourself transfixed by her as she flipped over pages in a binder in her lap, while tapping at a tablet in front of her.

She's a brunette, with curves i just the right places, perfect palm sized breasts and a smile that you could kill for. Especially when she smiled through her eyes, her brown eyes, through the spectacles she wore that perfectly complemented her features. She was not very tall, but was not a midget either. You estimated her to be about 5'4.

As she sat there, wearing a baby pink shirt with a navy blue straight skirt, you wondered why she seemed impervious to you.

You were what the other coworkers called a Cassanova. However, you found it difficult to work your charm with Sandy. To begin with, you never really had ever had alone time with her, and in groups she seemed to shy away or not respond to your comments ever.

"John! There you are. Hopefully you're not planning to leave early today, because I've got some work for you." Boomed a voice from behind you. That was of course, Bruce, your boss and while you harboured no ill feelings, this did get you mad.

However, the next thing made you adore him. "It's a lot of work and pretty time consuming, and I'll be assigning someone to work with you."

"Sandy! I'm going you to work with John today in the archives today, we need to filter out and reorganise some of the binders. Two of you could get the work done way faster than either of you alone." he said as he handed her a list of what needed to be done.

You look at her, distractedly, but are broken out of your trance by Bruce. "Well, hurry off then you two."