<strong>Jim</strong><br/><br/>Jim read her email reply.  'Looking forward to it'  What did that mean?  His mind came up with a thousand variations.  From wanting to be face to face with him before she told him off, publicly, all the way to her wanting to throw herself on him and drag him off to the restroom for sex.  Sure the last one wasn't realistic, but he did have a vivid imagination.  Mostly he just hoped it meant that she would accept his apology and they could still be friends.<br/><br/>The rest of the morning passed better, Jim's funk was somewhat relieved and he actually wasn't dreading the meeting quite as much as he had when he arrived.  Finally, around 11:30, he made his way over to Ali's cubicle and when he arrived he thought for a moment that someone else was sitting there.  But when she turned, he saw that she had lost some of the glitz and was now just using her natural beauty.<br/><br/>"Ali, I just wanted to start out by apologizing for ditching you last night.  It was rude...I was rude.  If you have it in your heart, I would like to start over."  Jim stuck his hand out.  "Hi, my name is Jim.  Would you like to be friends?"