Charlie, El Amor Y Otros Cliches

William Carter, the stranger I'd met six years ago was the last person I'd imagine ever seeing at my dad's firm where I work. While I panic and fight off the butterflies in my stomach and in general struggle to act normal, I realize he doesn't even remember me. I'm not sure if I should feel relieved or heartbroken. Things get worse when I learn we'll need to work in close quarters with each other. I'd promised myself I'd never wait around for another guy and postpone my own life, but I'm afraid William Carter might ruin my hopeful plans. I'm craving his touch like I've never craved anything in my life before. But we both know we're a losing game so we keep admitting that neither one of us has a crush on the other.