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the only ones who didn't go across the wide, wide driveway to eat at the club.  'Happened' because I snuck his timecard out of the holder after his first day and saw when Brand had scheduled Mel's half-hour to eat.
A girl needed to create the opportunities she wanted to occur.
"What do you do for fun in your time off?" I asked.  We'd had lunch three times by then and I was getting tired of our little getting to know you chats.  I'd dropped more than enough hints in trying to get him to ask me out but he didn't seem to be picking up on any of them.  It was so darn frustrating!  So frustrating in fact, I was considering asking him out, something that went against my personal code of dating which was very specific about the man being the hunter. 
"Not too much because I don't have the time with my brother and sister and all," he said, taking a bite out of his second sandwich.  The man sure could eat and his daily lunch usually contained more items than my entire week's worth of groceries.
"So you don't date or have friends over?"  I was fishing but trying to keep it light wondering if the lack of initiative on his part was because he was already seeing someone. 
"I haven't dated in a while but sometimes the Hellions or Honeys come by to visit."
Shoot!  So the reason he hadn't asked me out wasn't because of another woman which meant…what?  My mind moved at the speed of light to come up with an explanation.  I knew he liked me and found me attractive since I'd caught him looking at me and my rounded parts when he thought I didn't see.
"Can I ask you something, Miss Palmer?"
"Sure, Mel.  Ask away," I replied with a giggle.  Usually I was the one blazing the trail for most of our conversations which didn't bother me in the least.
"Why is your hair pink?  I mean, did you color it that way on purpose or was it just something that happened?"
I could feel my smile fade at his question.  I know I blinked before I answered wondering if his motive for not taking me out was because of my bright hair.  Maybe he didn't want to be seen with me in public.  "No, my hair's this color because I like it.  I don't moo on cue."
"I'm sorry…do what?"
"I'm not part of the herd and I like that my hair makes me different than everyone else."
"Moo on cue, that's funny!" he laughed before finishing his last bite and reaching for his chips.  I must've sounded defensive with my answer because he went on.  "It's not that it doesn't look good on you, though."
"Why, thank you, Mel,"  I said, beaming my biggest, brightest smile at him as I leaned in. "And for that you can call me Lulu."
"Lulu," He repeated as he smiled back and I saw his eyelids move to the half-hooded position.  I knew what that meant having seen the look on many men's faces before, so I turned my head to allow his eyes to roam over me where they would.
"Ah.  If you're not busy tomorrow night, would you like to go with me to 'Boots'?  They have live music on Tuesdays that I've heard is pretty good."
"Sure.  That sounds like fun!"  Yes, yes, yes!  He asked me out!  Fabtastic!
"If you give me your address I'll pick you up around seven," he continued and I could see he was making a concentrated effort to keep his eyes on my face.  I hadn't (and didn't want to be) as successful in that regard, allowing my eyes to roam over his shoulders and huge biceps.
"Seven will be fine," I breathed before glancing down at my now empty cardboard bowl.  "Do you want my phone number, too?  You know, just in case something happens?"
"That'd be great, Lulu," he replied looking like I'd just handed him his lottery winnings instead of my phone.
I'd wasted three days with my hints when all it would've taken was giving him permission to use my first name?  
The inner workings of the male psyche was a deeply mysterious thing.
 
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Silo, storming back by the conference room on the way to his desk, couldn't help but overhear the young couple who ate lunch there.  Flipping a