I decided to play it slow, and relaxed a bit, acting coy. There was no need to rush. I was obviously interested, and could tell that the attraction was mutual. I also already knew, with a confidence bordering on brashness, that it would ultimately be consummated. However, although there is much to be said for the direct approach, I knew that the satisfaction would be all the more fulfilling if I drew out the flirtation.
In the intervening moments, I let my mind race and my eyes shamelessly wander, imagining the sensual delights that awaited me ... soon, I became aware that my pulse had increased as my thoughts were filled with a delirious mix of imagined texture, smell, taste ...
My friend noticed that my attention was focused elsewhere, gave me a knowing smile, and wisely pointed out that nothing was going to happen unless I made the first move.
I nodded and put my plan in action.
I approached my quarry, smiling. I picked up a plastic knife and positioned it carefully, making the first cut, and then the second. The crisp, soft crust yielded easily, flaking up a bit as I removed the knife. I removed the slice in one easy piece, noting with delight that the filling was substantial enough not to drip as I dished it onto a paper plate.
I wished my co-worker a happy birthday as I grabbed a plastic fork on the way out of the conference room, and made my way to my office to enjoy my prize in private.
Apple pie: my favorite.