She looked around for her co-workers from the Accounting department and was surprised to see only Josh, sitting on a long wooden bench in the reception area. “Hi. Have you been waiting long?” “Just a few minutes.” Carrie nodded. She sat down beside him to wait for the others. On Friday nights, a group of them usually went out to eat – sometimes there were as many as eight or as few as four. They went to different restaurants, trying to keep within a mile or two radius from the office. “Have you eaten here before?” she asked. “No.” “Neither have I.” From the décor, it looked like a basic steak and chicken place with overpriced appetizers. She could hear what sounded like pop dance music in the background, but at least there weren’t large screens showing sports. It was irritating to try to talk to a guy and realize that instead of gazing deeply into your eyes, he was surreptitiously watching a football game over your shoulder. She glanced at Josh. She didn’t know him very well.
