Gorgeous, Gorgeous

Files, records, reports. Meetings, pre-meetings, post-mortems. I've never been so harassed in my life. (When was the last time I said that?)

I look at my hand. What is this piece of paper still doing here?

I run to the elevator. "Wait!" I scream and run and my short hair bounces up and down while I run.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him see me. He stands up and follows. He has that look. Oh he's so gorgeous, gorgeous!

I make it to the elevator and just as it is closing he holds his hand up to stop the doors. Something in me fires up. Like dynamite. Like coming to life.

He kisses me and I let the piece of paper fall to the floor. And everyone, I can tell, is jealous.

I dont know how but I suddenly lose control
Theres a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything
- Abba, "Mamma Mia"