Yes, go to lunch with Sara

"Yeah, lunch sounds good. Do you want to go to that little sandwich place across the street?" I suggest somewhere easy that I often frequent.

"No, that place is so boring after awhile. If you like a good sandwich how 'bout we go to Dooley's?"

I'm surprised, because if it's the Dooley's I'm thinking of it's about 20 minutes away. "Do you mean the place over on 5th? Do we have time for that?"

"Maybe, the sandwiches there are great though, I promise it will be worth your while"

I agree and we head on out. I suggest she drive because I'm not very familiar with that part of town, but Sara tells me her car is in the shop. So we take mine. As we're driving we chat, a little friendly small talk. I try to tell a few lighthearted jokes and Sara humors me and laughs and touches my arm. We keep talking, and Sara drops her hand from my arm to my thigh, moving her hand slightly, giving little squeezes every time she talks. I can't tell if she's just a big flirt or if she's making a move on me. The idea of something happening with this attractive blonde is quite exciting, but little warning bells keep going off in my head telling me that it would be a big mistake to start something with a coworker who I've only just met, and with whom I'm going to be working with extensively over the next few months.

I'm becoming more convinced that Sara is about to try something and the danger bells are going off like crazy in my head. Just as my desire, and my erection, begin to grow in ways I'm sure Sara will notice, I realize we are right in front of the restaurant.

"We're here! I'm so excited to eat." Sara says as she nearly jumps out of the car as I pull into a parking spot. I lag a little bit behind her, seeing her long legs and short skirt disappear through the restaurant door as I take a moment to readjust myself enough that walking to the restaurant won't get me arrested for indecency.

When I eventually get into the restaurant, I see what could easily be called a tavern or a pub with a nice old wooden bar on one side of a dimly lit room. There are tables set up in the middle of the room and deep wooden built in booths around the sides of the room. Sara is just sitting down in a booth on the other side of the room and smiles and waves me over when she sees me.