He was trying to concentrate on straightening out the cafe's accounting system. “Trying” being the operative word there. At this point, he'd been at it for almost four hours and hadn't made any progress at all, so trying and FAILING was more like it. Still. He couldn't make himself care. Try as he might to keep his thoughts on the QuickBooks screen he had open in front of him, he kept tabbing over to the browser window where he had pulled up pictures of Karina. He couldn't help it. She was dominating his thoughts. All morning, he had been smiling, singing to himself, playing drums on the edge of his desk with two pencils. He felt like a teenager who was in love with the Homecoming queen...and the Homecoming queen actually returned his affections. Yes, true, she hadn't wanted him to spend the night last night. She had kicked him out after their shower, which had been steamy in more ways than one. So it's not like there wasn't still progress to be made. And, true, he had to keep reminding himself that they weren't in what could traditionally be termed a “relationship”
