Business Progression

The trick, she said, was to get out of the inital phase of utter shock and move into the progressive direction of life.

Could you sound any more like a philosophy major? He retorted, teasing her to the blushing red she so frequently arrived at.

She peered at him and the promise of the future proximity that would draw their ideas ever closer to the adapting world-view was strong, almost intoxicating.

So-- job proposition. I was thinking th--

I'll take it. He interrupted.

But you don't know what it is! She retorted.

Does it matter? I'd have you.

She went red again. But this time, not from embarrassment.

He smiled and leaned in.

She shut her eyes, bracing herself emotionally.

Here's my cell number. And he got up to leave, hand just trailing over hers.

She blushed once more. Cool.