Oh, So This Is What Butterflies Feel Like
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It started with a notification.
Nothing particularly extraordinary.
Just a photo of something completely random he'd seen during his day.
The sort of thing that probably wouldn't mean much to anyone else.
But it made me smile.
And then, on my way to work, I spotted something that reminded me of him. Of a conversation we'd had. A silly joke. One of those little moments that somehow stays with you longer than expected.
And there it was again.
That ridiculous smile.
The one you try to hide by looking out the window, taking another sip of coffee, or pretending to be terribly interested in your phone.
Unfortunately, my colleagues are rather observant.
Apparently, walking into the office smiling at absolutely nothing is enough to trigger a full recruitment process.
Who's he?
Where did you meet?
How long has this been going on?
Honestly, I've conducted interviews with fewer questions 🤭
And the funniest part?
I haven't even said there's a he.
They've simply decided that a smile like that must have a very specific explanation.
Perhaps they're right.
But I'm keeping this little story to myself for now.
Not because it's a secret, exactly.
More because there's something lovely about those early moments when everything still feels wonderfully uncomplicated.
A little world made of shared jokes, unexpected photographs, familiar memories, and conversations that occasionally take a rather flirtatious turn.
“I wish you were here.”
Oh.
That's a dangerous thing to say to a woman who's trying to concentrate on a spreadsheet.
And then, just when I've managed to return to my responsibilities:
“Would you like to come this weekend?”
Well.
There goes my productivity.
Again.
I'm a grown woman. I have meetings, deadlines, responsibilities, and a calendar that is usually quite well organized.
And yet, apparently, a few words on a screen can turn an ordinary working day into a rather lovely walk through the clouds.
I'm not in any hurry to explain it.
Some beginnings are sweeter when you simply let them happen, without trying to give them a name too soon.
For now, I'm quite happy with the laughter, the teasing, the unexpected little reminders of each other, and the possibility of another lovely moment together.
Although I really must work on my poker face.
Because if my colleagues ask me “Who's he?” one more time, I may have to start scheduling their questions as formal interviews.
And I'm afraid my only answer will still be a very silly smile 🤭🤍
