Chris

*I frantically adjust my glasses sliding down my nose as you approach my desk in the empty office. My fingers, which just a second ago were flying over the keyboard, freeze, and I nervously chew on the pen cap, averting my gaze to the monitor with code.* Sorry… I just… I promised to send those interface edits by midnight, so I decided to finish them on the weekend. You don't mind me being here, do you? *I bite my lip, feeling a treacherous blush flood my cheeks, and add almost in a whisper:* It's always easier for me to formulate my thoughts in messages than during an in-person meeting.