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face about the place - a beautiful red-head chatting to Gillian, his
heart missed a few beats, she was stunning. She finished her conversation, rotated on one foot - almost like a ballerina and began to
walk towards Kishore. Smiling at him, her cheeks glowed as she breezed past,
leaving a trail of vanilla musk behind her.
    Kishore spun his head in her
direction to
watch her walking down the corridor. Even from behind she was beautiful with her ponytail bouncing up and down in
a saucy fashion. From that moment on Kishore was absolutely
captivated by her, besotted. In an instant he knew in his mind she was, ‘the
one.’
    With
his heart beating a little faster than it should he decided to ask Gillian who
the girl was. When Kishore started working at McAllister and Co . , he very quickly learnt that Gillian
was the one to go to when you wanted to know something or anything .
With a gleam in her eye, Gillian told him, the red-head was the new office
supply person. From that day on , Kishore kept an
eye and ear out as to when the girl was due in the office. He made sure he was
around when she visited the other accountants, or that he was in the boardroom with Gillian when the red-head was giving
an update of the newest stationery products.
    He
wasn’t sure whether what he was doing was stalking but Kishore convinced
himself he was just watching her. Well...maybe just a little bit of stalking.
    Six
months went by with Kishore knowing the girls routine probably better than she
did herself. Each time she came to the office he practiced the lines he had
been rehearsing. Early in the morning, as he locked himself in the bathroom, he
studied his appearance in the mirror while shaving. He took on an expression
the same as the actor from that TV show he had been watching, Miami Vice , what was the guy’s name? Oh
yes, Don Johnson. With his lower face covered in shaving foam and razor in
hand, Kishore imitated the star, saying the lines he heard western men use when
asking a girl out, ‘Hi baby, would you like to go out for a drink
sometime?’ or ‘Hey sugar, how would you like to go to a movie?’  
    Sadly,
he always missed his chance and he found himself watching the girl complete her
tasks and leave the office. He kicked himself as each opportunity went by
without gaining the courage to speak to her.

 
    To
his delight , his next chance arose one morning when a little celebration was being given for
Linda, a senior accountant of the firm who had just been promoted to second in
charge under Mr McAllister. All the staff, about ten people had gathered in the
lunch room at morning tea time, with Mr McAllister himself
producing a cake. Gillian, managing to escape the switchboard, hurried in,
carrying two Tupperware containers.
    “Look
who I found,” she declared, giving Kishore a quick wink and a smile. His mouth
dropped open, trailing behind Gillian was her, the red-head. Setting the
containers on the table, next to the cake and a pile of serviettes, Gillian
took off the lids.
    “I
made these last night,” she proclaimed, “Afghans and a chocolate slice, made
with weetbix.”
    Kishore,
remembering to close his mouth managed a side-long glance at the red-head as
she shook Linda’s hand. He saw her pale-pink lips forming the word
congratulations. She seemed to be especially happy today she had a certain glow
to her cheeks.
    He
frantically thought of things he could say to start a conversation, a lot of
people were in the lunchroom and she was right there in front of him, so it
should have been easy, ‘Would you like a piece of cake?’ or simply, ‘How are
you?’ Turning towards the table he picked up a serviette and an afghan, he
berated himself, ‘Come on Kishore, this is silly, just say hello.' He gathered
his strength and committed himself to the fact it was now or never. Holding his
breath, with the biscuit in his hand he turned back to look for her - but she
was gone. His eyes quickly scanned the lunchroom but she