Office Romance and Other Natural Disasters

1.

She loved him. He loved her. They worked on the same floor. She's in a stormy relationship. He's a certified snob. They shared a common passion– Lorca. They held hands discreetly at the back of crowded elevators. In hallways they stole glances and sometimes they held each other's gaze. They shared a few moments. Too few; leaving them thirsty for more of each other's company. Then the storm abated. He made her choose. She chose the less heroic path. He was devastated. He left not only the floor, but the building. Forever.

2.

She's a virgin. He's a jock. What drew them together, nobody knew. She believed he'd change. He thought she's the one. Her friends' say he's too young. His friends say he's stupid. Everyone was betting against them. They persevered. She's hoping for true love eventually. Eventually he wanted a piece of ass. She said no, he said fine. They broke up. They accidentally meet inside a movie house with their respective friends. They ended up sitting side by side. Transformers was showing. Transformers transformed them. In whispers they made up, in darkness they made out just as the old Chevy transformed into Bumblebee. He wanted more action, she said no. Minutes after they made up, they broke up. Again. A week after another officemate burst into the scene said the jock knocked her up; he got a piece of her ass. The virgin retreated into herself, heart a little more bent out of shape, a little more calloused. Asked to be reassigned to Timbuktu.