I stopped into Isaac's office yesterday.
"I just wanted to say 'hi' since I didn't get a chance to earlier," I began.
"He looked at me suspiciously. "You're only seeking me out because Casey isn't here," he countered.
"That is not true!" I protested. "I very often stop in to say hello to you."
"When Casey isn't here," he persisted. "When he's in the office, you seek him out. Or Dan."
"I seek you out way more than I seek them out," I noted (correctly, I might add. For every time I go to Casey and Dan's office, there are at least two or three visits to Isaac's.)
"I'm in the office more than they are," he countered with mock indignation. "That's the only reason."
"Listen, I can't help that you are feeling some sort of...intimidated by Casey or Dan. You've got your little complex or something. Seriously, can't you just enjoy that you are the person who is here today; you are the person who bears the benefit of seeing me with my swishy dress and painted toenails and my strappy shoes..."
Isaac swiveled his chair to check out my claim.
"No stockings," he mumbled, slightly disappointed.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!" he claimed, feigning innocence.
"By the way," I purred, "neither Dan nor Casey is privy to the fact that my stocking are usually thigh highs. You're the only one who was there when I revealed that tidbit. When cooler weather comes back around, and bare legs aren't as much of an option, you'll know something that they don't."
A thoughtful smile crossed his face. And I knew that my attention to Casey and Dan was forgiven, at least for the time being.