breaking routine

there is a guy who walks in front of our office every day.

and every day he waves to me. wholeheartedly waves. as in, he puts his body into it. and he smiles.

he's been doing this for a couple of months now, and i usually smile and wave back.

i figure i've been part of his routine: drive to work, get coffee, wave to girl, etc.

until today.

i saw him this morning and we waved. later i saw him standing in the window, trying to get my attention, waving.

i waved back. and laughed. nervously. move along*, i thought.

but he walked in the door. and stood in front of me. omg

it was as if a person that i saw in a mirror came out of it. not supposed to happen.

i'm john, he said, we finally meet! finally? we were fine 10 feet away from each other! things were great as is! i was happy with our (non)relationship! remember that time i saw you and waved? that was fun!

now what am i supposed to do with this new information? wave and mouth 'hi john!'? agh. the effort.

i frantically searched for a wedding band. this is awkward because a) he might think i was trying to figure out if he was single and/or b) he might think i was shy and couldn't look at him. but hey, i was panicking. was i rewarded with an eyeful of shiny ring? no dice, my friends, no dice.

i said, i'm sophie! and smiled. warily.

what's next? hugs?

seriously. he just walked by. again. and waved. again.

this could get old. oh wait, it just did.

*he tends to stand until i wave back, does he need my permission? perhaps we could have some fun here, after all. maybe tomorrow i won't feel like waving. ha.