She looked over at me and smiled.

A NIGHT ON THE COPY DESK BY STEVEN McBREARTY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 106

She came flouncing into the newsroom, making a splashy entrance in white short shorts and clog-style shoes, plopping down her laptop and writing materials on the copy desk next to me. She was a kind of femme fatale of the newsroom, a brunette bombshell who understood exactly what effect her presence had on us. She  looked over at me and smiled.