They walk to the elevator, carefully distant from one another, and they talk of work, though they are thinking of something else entirely. The ride back to the eighth floor is interupted by others getting off and on at various floors along the way. By the time they reach their stop all of the tension has been stripped from the air between them, but Michael can’t help but admire Diane’s ass once more as he follows her back to the office..
“Michael!” A loud whisper comes from down a row of cubicles. “Get over here you lucky bastard and tell us what’s going on.”