Monday surveyed the room with suspicion as he sipped his morning coffee.
“Hey. Who’s that guy?”
“What guy?” Wednesday asked.
“Over there, the one everybody’s talking to.” Monday pointed across the room to a man in jeans and a t-shirt leaning against the water cooler.
“Oh, the new guy.”
“New guy? Why haven’t I seen him before?”
“I don’t know,” Wednesday said. “He’s not here much. Comes in late, leaves early. You know how it is.”
“No,” said Monday. “I don’t, actually. What’s his name?”
“Friday.”
“Friday? What kind of name is that?”
“I don’t know,” said Wednesday. “It’s just a name.”
“Oh,” said Tuesday as she wandered over. “It’s so much more than a name.” She batted her eyes in Friday’s direction. “I think he’s dreamy.”
“Dreamy?” said Monday and scoffed. “His pants don’t even have pleats.”
Tuesday sighed, blowing steam across the lip of her mug. “There is nothing wrong with those pants.”
“Don’t get too excited,” Wednesday said. “I think he’s dating someone.”
“Who?” Monday and Tuesday said in unintentional unison.
