[i]Huh, I didn't expect them to be a kid. Or my boss.[/i] In the pit of his stomach, there was relief. Over the past few days, the back of his mind had been forming an image of some Eastern European middle aged man with greasy arms and greasier hair. He would smell like garlic and gasoline, and tell lots of bad jokes.

But then she went and proved to be maybe worse than what he'd had in his head. For awhile he just stood there, because he wasn't sure how to reply. There's forward and then there's buying a wedding cake before the first date.

"Ma'am, you're supposed to be my boss, right? Well since we work at the same place, we'll be seeing a lot of each other no matter what. Although your offer is," Jonathan paused for a beat looking for the right word, "gracious, I'll have to pass. I'd prefer to adjust to working at this new place and with these new people first and foremost. If you really wish to get to know me better, then maybe we should get coffee in a couple weeks." Valyna seemed like a person who wasn't denied what they wanted very often, and those types of people usually erupted the loudest. This might not end well.