“What’s the matter, Lizzie?” Sarah squeezed my shoulders, her hair brushing my cheek as she leaned over to peek at the papers strewn over the desk.

“My hundredth hang-up tonight!” I rolled my eyes toward the phone. “They finish half the stupid survey, and then they decide it’s too long and hang up.”

“Don’t sweat it, hon.” She reached across me and gathered my completed surveys. “Don just went home and left me in charge. Let’s knock off ten minutes early.” I plopped my pencils into a cup and stood, stretching, my shirt pulling up out of my jeans. Sarah poked the eraser end of a pencil at my navel as she passed by, and I laughed, following her toward the office.

“David… Tina… Chad… Stacy… Lynn!” Sarah trailed her hand across each cubicle as we walked by and heads popped up one by one. “Turn ’em in folks! Time to go home.”

I followed her into the office, heading past her toward the small fridge.

“Throw me one.” She sat down, kicking off her heels and putting her bare feet up on Don’s desk.

When I touched a can of Mountain Dew to the sole of her foot, she squealed.

“Nice polish. Can I borrow it?” I tossed the can to her and she studied her toes.

“Sure.”

“I’m outta here.” Stacy slapped her surveys on the desk. “Eight good ones.” I stuck my tongue out at her overachieving back as she walked away and Sarah grinned. Chad and Lynn left together, arm in arm, without one survey between the two of them completed.

“What a waste.” Sarah sorted surveys on the desk. “Teenage hormones! What were they doing-calling each other?” Tina left her surveys and was gone without a word. David was still putting things together in his cubicle.

“He’s waiting to be alone with you.” I watched him through the two-way glass.