Portrait

"Well," I began. "It all started when I came back from my morning coffee break, and found my computer having a sulk." I smiled at the flare of perception in my friend's eyes. "This sulk," I said, "seemed to be brought on by the cables behind my desk having mysteriously fallen out of their sockets. As I couldn't possibly figure out which went where, I called Brett."

He was gorgeous! He didn't speak and I didn't say a word. I don't
think I could've said a word right then. And my heart was doing a
fantastic imitation of a set of bongo drums.

Black leather overcoat held open by a hand thrust into the pocket
of his jeans, thick black hair and a quick smile. Beamed at me from
behind my computer monitor. But wait, it doesn't end there...