Lucy checked her wristwatch impatiently for the third time as she waited for Tom to show up with her lunch. She thought about giving him a call to find out what was keeping him but remembered that she didn't even have his phone number. How could she call him her friend when she didn't have his number? She made a mental note to exchange numbers with him when he brings her lunch.
It wasn't like she couldn't go down to get her own lunch, but somehow her mind was becoming programmed to expect him to deliver it. When he comes she would just tell him how she had caught a glimpse of the boss and tell him what she thought the CEO looks like. And then she would ask him to leave before the boss comes out. She still had no intention of allowing him to eat with her. Who knew if his madness comes only when they were eating together?
