She seemed rather amused that he had managed to find a spot on her desk, and he liked the way the small smile played across her face.
No, he didn't. He glanced at his feet, trying not to think about her proximity as she moved files from behind him, inadvertently bumping his ass in the process with one bunch. He resolutely kept studying his shoes as she bent down to put said files on the floor. In fact, he was so intent on not paying attention to her, that it took him a moment to reply.
Startled when he realized that, he glanced up at her. Sliding back a bit onto the desk, into the space she had cleared, he said, "It's only been about an hour or so. And no, I don't get them often-- not unless somebody has caused one," he added with a grin.
She was so easy to smile at. It suddenly occurred to him that he had been thinking of her so much-- even when he was trying not to think of her,-- that his headache was almost forgotten. Maybe he didn't need aspirin; maybe he just needed--