Gerard's P.O.V

  I closed email account for the 5th time that morning. I really want to send him an email and he has been gone a couple of days, but there's keen; and then there's TOO keen!

  I don't even know what I'd say. I mean what do you say to someone who's so unbelieveably hot? Email's so impersonal as well, you can't convey any feelings. If only I had something to distract me but the gallery's dead this morning. Even Susan's in her own little world that I'm not part of this morning. Why does everything always go wrong in the mornings? I NEED COFFEE!

  I make a snap decision, slam my laptop shut, push out of my chair and just walk straight out. I feel like I'm on Frank withdrawal. It's all that's been on my mind. Damn his boss for having such a hottie on his staff, letting me see him then taking him away! 

  I very nearly did a Frank and walked straight past the coffee shop but I caught myself just before I did. The smell was making my mouth water. Thank God the queue isn't that long. I can get my sweetly legal toxin quickly.
 
  5 minutes later I walk back into the art gallery with an iced venti decaf caramel macchiato for myself and a plain old cappuccino for Susan which I moodily shove on her desk (seeing as I'm blanking her for blanking me!)

  I plonk myself down, reopen my email account and stare blankly at the 'send new message' button. 

 "Right here goes nothing." Let's make a new friend.

**PING!!**