I have started a new job. The receptionist is explaining a few things about how things work around the office and I am listening, trying to find any of it interesting or challenging. When I am taken to my desk, I start to settle in but I don't really have much to do. I keep thinking about how everyone is going to feel when they learn that I am back. Time passes and it is noon. I notice nobody has relieved the receptionist from her desk so she can have lunch and I offer to take over for her but I can't even remember that the company's name is not OSHO but JG something-or-other. She says it's okay, I don't need to do that, and suggests I should just go get myself something in the break room. I go to the break room and there are a lot of people already there, trying to decide what we will have for dessert. They are looking at large cakes in a freezer, some with strawberries on them, and some that are heart shaped cakes with white frosting roses around the edge and red gelatin in the center. Everyone seems eager to pull out one of the frozen heart shaped cakes and I leave because I realize that I don't want to deal with so much socialization during my lunch hour. I walk away, passing faces I don't know, wondering how long it will be before Jason finds out that I am working here again. Back in my office, I am organizing a few things when William walks in with a pocket full of pens and pencils. Some have purple feathers on them and he accuses me of flirting with him because I am looking at the feathers. I say that it is nonsense that I was flirting with him and explain that we just happen to have a lot of things in common. Our favorite color is purple. We both like the same type of music, like a lot of the same movies, and we both read. He then says something about how we don't like the same books but then I point out to him that he really liked one of the books I had read and considered my favorite. He still wants to argue that this is not the case but two other employees have entered the room and he doesn't want them to think that he was engaged in a conversation with me.