Tomorrow I get to spend 30 minutes in a room with you.
Tonight I get to imagine all the things I'd like to do with you in that room. The room will have a desk. How will I not imagine pushing you back onto it, beneath me? Imagine kissing you, touching you, holding eye contact.
So, so far away from reality.
You'll be as professional as always, warm but safely in your role.
I'll be efficient; focused.
You have no idea what you do to me.
And you never will.