56 Pierre

"Ready to go on a date with me?", he asked me pressing his lips to my cheek. I blushed like a new bride. He wasn't at all bothered by kissing me in my office. He had that level of confidence in him that nobody dared to even make fun of his gesture.

"Yes", I said to him. We both walked together outside the crisp air was biting my skin. He ushered me closer to him.

"It looks like it would snow soon", he said.

"So we won't be going then?", I asked him.

"We have to go. This is important but is it ok if we go directly instead of going back to our place and changing?", he suggested.

I looked at my dress. It wasn't that bad at all. I always wear neat dresses while I'm working. I didn't want them to go on thinking that I was not making any effort to look good for the company. I never judge anybody based on their dress but I try to dress well because then only I would feel good about myself. I know people like my fashion sense and even compare me to ramp models. But I knew they were being gener