SWAK

Javi pokes at the envelope gingerly, using his fingertips to flip it over to examine the back. The flap is sealed, and there’s a red lipstick kiss pressed onto the paper, over the seal.His eyes travel around the bullpen, taking in the bevy of female agents and secretaries he’s flirted with over the years, wondering which of his colleagues is trying to spark an office romance. The woman in question has either slipped away or is playing it cool, because nobody meets his gaze with a wink or a smirk or a flirtatious nod. It’s business as usual at everyone else’s desks, leaving his admirer a mystery.