"So. You single?" he leaned over the desk seductively.
"Ah, no, actually," I replied. "I'm not."
He glanced quickly at my left hand resting on the keyboard, attempting to be discreet but making it totally obvious.
"I don't see a ring," he accused.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "That doesn't mean I'm available," Just stop, please. Can't you tell I'm not interested?
"Oh. Are you just waiting for it, then?" He leaned closer. I could see the the gel clumped in his stiff hair.
"No," I huffed, trying hard to not look annoyed. "I'm just not single." I turned my attention back to my computer.
He paused for a second, debating on whether to keep prying.
He did.
"So, when will you get it?" He smirked.
I gaped at him, my mouth hanging open. This kid was unbelievable. Before I could answer, the elevator door opened.
"Your ride is here." I stood and gestured towards the doors.
"Can I get your number? You know, just in case?" He said the last three words in a sing-song voice as he backed into the elevator. The confident yet hopeful smile he flashed was almost too much.
My irritation flared and I took a deep breath to cool it off. I watched him as the elevator doors closed slowly. With one eyebrow raised and my arms folded I answered, smiling icily, "No. Thank you."
He asked again when he left.
I pretended to be caught up on the phone.
What is it with those crazed BYU RMs?
And I had Hagermann's for lunch. Just thought you should know that.
