She drinks a glass of wine for each person who’s forgotten her name, eats a soggy crab puff for everyone who stumbles over it.
When Janine from Accounting—with whom she’s had pleasant discussions in the past—looks right through her, something deep inside her chest warms, expands, bursts.
She drains the last of her wine, wades into the crowd.
Jackson Robins is the firm’s most eligible bachelor, subject of water cooler fantasy. Gripping his tie, she pulls his lips flush to her own. Silence falls like a bomb.
Come Monday, her name will be imprinted on every tongue.
Written for VelvetVerbosity's 100 Word Challenge: Anonymous.