Jim felt pretty lucky that he hadn't been called out for being so late in the morning. He practices swaying his hips while he walks down to the break room, a coy smile playing at his lips.
He's one of the first to the break room, so he starts on his cup of coffee. Jim reaches toward the sugar packets, before something nags him about how sugar is bad for his waistline, so she should stick to the low calorie substitute. Becky, one of the accounting girls, walks into the break room, and Jim takes extra notice of how nice her officewear is.
"Hey, girlfriend," Jim says brightly, trying out some more tips from his etiquette class. He takes an open posture, sticking out his hip in a friendly and inviting manner.
"Oooh, look at you!" Becky smiles, making her own cup of coffee. She gives Jim an up-down appraisal. "Little Miss Secretary's really starting to look the part!" Jim blushed at that.
"Your outfit is pretty too, hon," Jim says, while he gives her a friendly look. Her skirt is cut professionally, immaculately clean, in a blue (cornflower, some part of Jim's mind categorizes) that matches her eyes. Her long-sleeved blouse is a pleasant off-white, matching her nails and medium heels. It's cut low enough to show an enticing amount of her neckline, down to her generous chest-buds.
"I gotta ask, where do you get your wonderful work outfits?" Jim asks, with a careful look around for the rare male coworker that might make the conversation awkward.
Becky laughs. "That's the weird thing," she says, tossing a lock of hair over her shoulder.
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