Oh god, what am I doing, she thought to herself as she continued to look down at the floor. Her face was burning with the blush on her cheeks, she knew she had to be a horrid shade of crimson. She followed him back to his office, "Water will be fine," she responded, her voice sounding a bit odd even to herself. She glanced up at him, trying to act normally, the voice in her head still reprimanding her, telling her to grow up, to get a grip, to quit acting like a teenager. She attempted to smile as she finally brought her gaze back to his.<br/><br/>She leaned up against the wall of the office, and watched him as he got her drink. He handed it to her, she opened it and she took a drink. Then looked back up at him, she was at a loss of words, she had no idea what to say to him. She was afraid to open her mouth and embarrass herself more. She had put herself in an awkward situation and didn't know how to rectify it. For some reason she wished she were back on her knees, scrubbing the floor, things were much easier then.<br/><br/>Her mind raced trying to think of something to say, "Thank you for the drink." she said, and even that made her blush more.