Walk away

You can't deal with this right, now, you stumble down the street away from the office. You can't believe how hard walking in heels is, like walking a tightrope, you put all your concentration into walking in them but quickly decide you need a break and duck into a fashionable cafe.

You take a seat and after getting comfortable you look up. Once again are startled. There, the next table over, is Frank. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he's chatting to a few others, and before you can look away he glances in your direction.

He looks at you, face frozen for a sec, you're face probably showing a deer in headlights expression, then his eyes move away from you and he looks back to his fellow workmates. You exhale and realise... he's only ever seen you from a distance, he probably doesn't know what you look like, either in male or female form.

With relief, you think of ordering a coffee, probably with a lot of sugar.