Working Mum: The clumsy choreography of the office romance

By Giles Broadbent on August 22, 2014 1:01 AM |



By Tabitha Ronson

I do like an office romance. Not one that involves me (those days are long gone) but one that is being carried out "covertly" by colleagues.

It tickles me to watch the smitten individuals trying to appear as though nothing is going on between them even though it is blindingly evident to everyone.

Our intern has for the past few weeks been secretly meeting up with our admin assistant. The pair have been circling each other for months; going off on coffee runs together; bringing in lunch for each other; sharing headphones to listen to their mix selections.

However, that's all stopped now. Things have stepped up a gear hence the need for them to look as though neither is remotely interested in the other. It's like watching a piece of Yasmin Vardimon dance, suspense-laden and strikingly choreographed.

It's nearing lunchtime. The texts ping between the pair.

One of them casually gets up from their desk, stretches a little, before making their way out of the office. Three minutes later, the other picks up their bag and, after announcing too brightly that they are "just popping out to grab some lunch" heads out the same way.

For a little sport, the rest of the team has been taking it in turns to wrong-foot the pair. I caught up with our intern as he made his way towards his clandestine date at the colourful Lunch Market at Wood Wharf.

"Hey, what's taking your fancy?"

It was cruel really but it was fun to look at his startled expression and then, after it registered I was referring to the food stalls, to listen to him babbling on about the great bhelpuri he had at the last Lunch Market.

It was funnier still when his phone went, the call plainly from his impatient date.

A little while later, I spied the pair cosying up on a bench and giggling together, him no doubt regaling her with the tale of how he almost got caught but managed to outsmart his pursuer.

Working Mum, remembering how much fun it was to be young, free and single.