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see him covered in coffee it had to be her. She already thought he was abnormal.
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    It was a most unproductive morning for Spencer. Because he'd had to purchase a new shirt—luckily Julie, the head sales associate, had arrived early and happily assisted him—that set the day's productivity back another ten percent. When he'd returned to accounts, Jason was nowhere to be seen, having been called out to fix a register in house-wares. Which was a blessing; he was already distracted, unable to concentrate on the figures on his screen. His thoughts kept drifting to lunch and he kept glancing up at the clock, which was taunting him with its slow moving hands. It was only lunch at the food court, but it was causing butterflies in Spencer's stomach. Jason was an attractive guy and, for some unfathomable reason, interested in spending time with him.
    As soon as the clock struck noon, Spencer sprang from his chair and rushed toward the elevator. He dashed through the crowds, side-stepping mothers with strollers containing screaming babies. Spencer entered the food court and found a table near The Golden Dragon. He took a moment to get his breathing under control after his mad dash through the mall. It was silly that he was so excited about this sure to be sodium and calorie loaded lunch. But he couldn't help it—he was excited, he was happy.
    That changed as time went on and Jason was a no show. Why would Jason go through all that trouble just to stand Spencer up? Spencer took a sip of the soda he'd bought and tried not to get too depressed.
    "Not much of a lunch, that.” Mark from accounts slid into the very empty chair opposite Spencer. “Mind if I join you for a few?"
    "Sure.” Spencer didn't want to be rude, even though he didn't want the company. What had suddenly changed? As long as a week or so ago, there was no way Mark would have sat with him of his own free will. Jason had never even so much as looked at him. He looked around for television cameras, quickly, not wanting Mark to think him insane. If this last week of his life turned up on some stupid television show, it would surprise him less than what was happening.
    "That was a wicked car you were getting into on Sunday,” Mark enthused. “I love Mustangs."
    Spencer's breath hitched as the tension began to build in his body with those words. Mark had seen him? Was Mark following him? Was Mark the leaver of the horrible neon yellow notes? Unlikely but, how well did he know his co-workers? Spencer wished he could retreat back to the office. Could he? Or would Mark think he was being rude? Damn it! What happened to his good day?
    "Yes, it is a nice car,” Spencer tried to sound polite even though his heart was hammering away in his chest. He was thankful that he hadn't eaten anything for lunch—it would have made a second appearance on the mall floor.
    "You okay there, Spencer? You've gone awful pale.” Mark peered at him.
    "What? No, I'm fine, just a little tired.” Spencer looked at the man sitting opposite him in a different light. What if he was the one leaving the notes?
    "Big weekend, huh? I've heard that Jason knows how to party.” Mark laughed.
    This felt too much like gossip for Spencer's taste. He didn't approve of the gossip going on behind his back, so why would he tell someone he barely knew about his night out? Was Mark trying to get the skinny on Jason? Or did Mark want Jason? That was unacceptable; Spencer was feeling territorial. Which was silly, since Jason had stood him up.
    "Just went to a friend's house.” Mark would just have to accept that answer—it was all he was going to get. “I should head back to the office."
    "Now? But there's still ten minutes of lunch time left.” Mark stood and scanned the food court. “Enough time to get a donut. See you back there."
    Spencer started the slow trek back to the office. No burning desire to get back—and face Jason. Not that he blamed Jason; not really, Spencer knew he was shy and that it