| One Tuesday afternoon, just after he’d come back from lunch, Justin was sitting at his computer as usual, rocking out to his iPod and inputting some payroll information onto his PC when he glanced up and saw a man looking at him from the window across the way.
Justin immediately stopped grooving to the hits of early Madonna and felt himself flush. He fixed his eyes on his computer monitor and, when he let them inch back to the window a few moments later, the man was still looking.
He was probably in his late twenties, Justin’s age, and handsome, with dark hair and a much fancier suit than the white Target dress shirt and brown striped tie Justin was wearing. Justin looked away again, and when he looked back, the man was holding two pieces of paper against the window.
They were signs, and he’d written them in thick black marker, so they were easily read. “Nice Moves.” Justin smiled despite himself… |
