The 10-minute breaks were the best part of my workday. It was only 11:00am and although I was ready to go home I guessed a cup of water and a few minutes in the sun-lit breakroom would suffice. With only 8 minutes left of my break I didn't want to get too comfortable in a chair so I did the next best thing - copped a seat on top of the counter (Lord I was ghetto) and just as I settled into my spot, the alluring young woman I'd been eyeing for days before walked into the room and stopped at the ice machine. She was standing exactly where I was just moments before; almost like magic. She turned around, noticed me sitting on the counter and just as we began to say "Hello" to one another...[SPLASH!!!!] she spilled her water on the floor and how lucky was I to have been sitting directly in front of the paper towels? I grabbed a few, helped her with the cleanup and after days of vibrant smiles and warm "Hellos" we finally exchanged names. Shavonda turned and walked away but just as she began to extend her stride I called her back over, told her I was going to ignore some foolish rule I'd been following my entire adult life and asked her to go out on a date with me... and she said "Yes". With 1 minute of our break remaining, that was the first minute of the rest of our lives.