326, 49, short book. bugger.

"..." silence swirled around the room like an angry snake, coiled to spring. There she sat, blinking politely, her head tilted slightly to the left in a quizzical and mildly condescending way. God, he loved her. He wanted to leap across the desk, throw his arms around her...

_"Mr. Evans?"_

The silence grew louder, roaring in his ears. Perhaps, just perhaps, if he just stood up and yelled it out loud, she would feel the same.... God she was gorgeous....

_"Mr. Evans, would you like me to repeat the question?"_

The coiled snake bunched its sinews and uncoiled in a flash. "I LOVE YOU!"

Suddenly, Reality rushed through the open windows of the office and kicked him in the face. A rapid sequence of thoughts hurtled past.

*Job interview. Daydreaming. Bollocks.*

Mr. Evans blinked.

The snake snickered with malign glee and coiled itself once more.