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was no different.  He took out his keys, followed by a few receipts and his money clip.  Of all the moments for random things to happen, this by far was the top of his day.  Wedged between two twenty-dollar bills was the business card with seven numbers in blue ink, in her handwriting.  He fell back in his chair holding the card in front of him, tracing each number with his eyes over and over again.  ‘ Maybe we can do lunch’, he remembered her saying.  That might not be that bad of an idea, he thought.  The more he thought about it, though, the more he came to his senses. 
    Wait, he said to himself, lunch …’maybe we can do lunch’.  What am I doing?  Why am I even entertaining this?  Why am I still thinking about her? Why?   He questioned himself, still holding the card in his hand.  Mason wasn’t the type to think about a girl.  He wasn’t like Jackson.  He wasn’t one to be romantic, or to converse much outside of a few choice words occasionally during or leading up to intimacy.  He played by his rules, which meant they called him and he let them know whether or not he was available and when.  Nine times out of ten he would only see a woman once.  Come to think of it, Erika was the only woman he’d ever been with more than twice.  He tried his best to convince himself that he was above this number thing, this ‘ call me for lunch’ game . The fact still remained, though he wanted to call her.  Holding tight to the card, that was the one thing he still couldn’t understand.
    The office environment was pretty relaxed.  It was 9:30 a.m. and like clockwork, Christina, Mason’s secretary, walked in his office wired on a frappuccino ready to go over the scheduled meetings and appointments for the day.  Christina was in her mid-twenties.  She was tall and very petite with an uncommonly soft-spoken voice, and remarkably attractive.  In a way she had grown up in the company, hired after only her first year of college.  She and Mason were professional friends, respectively on a first name basis. 
    When it was business it was business, but both welcomed and entertained conversations that were far out of the scope of what her job responsibilities entailed and what was on his agenda.  He was the boss, though, and one that she absolutely loved working for.  Given the opportunity, like many of the female employees at J.D. Everett & Associates, she wouldn’t have objected to becoming something more.  They all seemed to have a teenage-like infatuation with Mason. 
    “Is everything okay?” she asked. 
    Mason’s desk was layered with paperwork, which was very out of character for him.  He was highly organized when it came to day-to-day operations, so seeing this raised a concerned eyebrow from Christina.  
    “Oh…yeah, this is nothing.  I came in early to take care of a few things and, well, it’s a lot as you can see,” he joked.  “Come in.”
    She took a seat opposite of him and began going over his calendar, though he hardly paid attention.  She said something to him as he paced the room but he didn’t hear.  It was as if she wasn’t there at all, though she still continued to go through scheduled appointments he had that afternoon as if he were listening.   Unknowingly he interrupted her. 
    “Can I ask you a personal question?” 
    She was hesitant at first.   “ Okay …” she responded, crossing her legs and sitting back in the chair. 
    She closed her laptop, sat it on the table beside her, and watched Mason trying to prep his question, her expression saying she was somewhat confused and interested to see how personal this was about to get.  He walked around to the front of his desk and stood directly before her.
    “Hypothetically speaking, if you didn’t know me not just on a professional level, I mean at all if you didn’t know me at all and one night at an event or even a random bar we met engage in conversation enough for you to clearly see I’m