Brenda ate the same lunch everyday.

Monday through Friday in the break room, Danny watched her eat an iceberg lettuce salad with tomatoes and cucumbers with what looked like some sort of vinagrette on the side. Accompanying her meal was a small block of cheddar cheese and a piece of fruit, usually an apple or an orange. Danny figured she couldn't be more than forty. He liked her eye glasses with their oversized frames and her unstylish but seemingly meticulous style of dress. He liked her severly applied red lipstick too. Brenda's woredrobe hadn't been updated for over a decade and a half. Her figure was birdish, with long legs and no discernable hips or waist.

Today Brenda wore black stirrup pants and a flowling leopard print blouse, frumpy chic. Like most days, she had her nose buried in a cheap romance novel. Danny scratched at a pimple on his chin and looked at the clock. He had about twenty minutes before he had to get back to the mail room. He'd inhaled his burger and was kind of bored.

"Your clothes are funny," he said.

Brenda looked up from her book and gave Danny a confused look before she went back to reading. This was their first conversation. It was now over.

Danny went back to the mail room early.