This could have been office porn

Once a week I hire a desk on the first floor of a lovely messy building. I'm on the "journalist block", but there are other creatives. Drama writers, translators, theater makers - real creatives, as I like to call them. Upstairs is a bistro where they sell organic bread, weird salads and local beers. It's all very accessible and friendly and yes, rather hipster. We office types make our phone calls in or on the slightly sad furniture in the hall, near the stairs, so we don't disturb our colleagues with our interviews.

So there I was, chatting away on my mobile, when a young man walks up the steps. I follow his progress, we make eye contact and there is something utterly innocent about him. Dark curly hair, dog eyes, short beard. Soft looking and very young (though probably nearly 30, I can't tell anymore). He says, with a possibly slight Spanish accent: "I have come to drop off my CV, because I hear you do nice things."

I fell silent for a moment, not quite knowing what to say. It all sounded like the start of an office porn story: "young man meets mature woman in office setting and says ambiguous things". I just smiled like someone's auntie and said: "Yes I do, but I don't think it's me you're after. Best try one floor up." 

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