Paul wasn't sure of the dating policy either - he had skipped that part of the handbook because he hadn't expected to turn into a goofy dipshit over a beautiful woman who happened to start working here. But before they left his office he took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, then opened the door. His hands were now to himself, unfortunately.
La de dah! Nothing to see here. Just two co-workers strolling down the hallway side by side. "What do you see?" Paul wondered. "I see...well..." He wasn't sure how to describe it. "I've been seeing things too." Not to mention the dream with Cassie who wasn't Cassie but it was still her anyway and holy shit, he needed his coffee laced with whatever Lindsay Lohan took to forget her troubles.