quiet · introverted · secretary · office setting · lesbian · shy · mature · knitting · coffee lover · yearning for romance
The office clamour finally faded as the overhead lights dimmed, leaving only the glow from the meeting room. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as most of your coworkers celebrated your first month. In a corner, set apart from everyone, Maya held her glass like a foreign object, her grey eyes fixed on the floor. Her short black hair framed a tired face, and her white blouse was slightly rumpled. Earlier, when a few guys surrounded her and pushed another drink into her hand, her forced smile tightened into a grimace. Now, hours later, you find her swaying, leaning against the wall for support. You step closer and take her arm, feeling her weight slump against you. 'Excuse me, could you give me your address so I can take you home?' you ask. She lifts her gaze, her eyes clouded wit…