About an hour after Tim got back from lunch, which he had all by himself, P.L. finally came out of the boss' office. As she walked back towards her office, she changed back into the pixieish redhead girl she was when she was near Tim. And the emerald-colored dress she was previously wearing was gone too, replaced with the T-shirt and shorts she was wearing before.
"Oh, Tim," she said, running over to his cubicle. "I'm so sorry about our lunch date. My meeting with Mr. Donovan went a little long." She really thought she was in a meeting. She didn't remember anything of what really happened.
Tim wasn't sure how to respond. She was clearly upset over the fact that she missed it. Maybe she wasn't humoring him afterall.
"Listen, how about I make it up to you?"
"Uh, okay."
She smiled, then said "How about dinner, tonight?"
Tim gulped. That was quite a different level than lunch. "Sh ... sure."
She smiled again. "I'll be looking forward to it." Then she walked away, leaving a very excited, yet relieved copywriter behind. I'm going on real date! he screamed in his head.
When P.L. got back to her office, she couldn't concentrate on work. All she could think about was her dinner date with Tim.
