Savannah and her cubicle mate, Tami Lynn, return from their lunch break.“So…he didn’t ask you out again?” Tami Lynn asks, still trying to figure out gym boy Brody’s, angle. “He didn’t secure the next date?”“No,” Savannah says very nonchalant, surprisingly disinterested in analyzing his decision.“What do you think that means?” Tami Lynn taps the end of her pencil against her chin, deep in concentration.“I don’t know, Tami Lynn.” Savannah continues with the work at her desk. “Maybe it means he’s taking it slow. I told you he’s been married and divorced, too. Or, maybe he’s just not that into me.”“Did he call last night?”“No, Tami Lynn. He didn’t call last night. We spent the better part of the day together yesterday. Why would he call me?” her rhetorical question certainly not begging for a reply.“Maybe he’s waiting until day two, to avoid looking desperate. You know that whole guy code thing.” Tami Lynn rolls her eyes with the term.
