There is a fifty-something woman who started working in our office about two months ago. Last week, we had an office wedding shower for a dude and this woman made a cake. It was a really good cake. So, when I saw her the next day, I told her and went on for a bit about how awesome and delicious it was.
This morning, I walked into the break room, see her in there facing the microwave, and apparently looking at my reflection. Because as I'm entering the room, she, without turning around, says playfully, "hey, trouble."
Uhh.