...a scrap of paper fell out from between the pages. It read: Hi –the cashier

Mark almost vibrated out of his ill-fitting suit. The cashier left him a note. Left a note in his porn mag. Well the magazine wasn't actually for Mark, but he didn't know that. Mark quickly shoved the note into his pocket lest anyone see it. Why was he so worried? It just said 'hi' there's no need to freak out.

Maybe that's what people do? You see someone a number of times so you leave them a note. The cashier, Jeremy, was probably trying to get friendly with Mark so he'd keep coming back. Just like how Mark worked his way into the good books of those two elderly receptionists, it was business.

Well it wasn't going to work, Mark told himself. He was never going to go near that shop again. Mark managed to push the incident from his mind and returned to work.

Johnson was satisfied with his efforts and Mark quickly got out of his way in case he decided to appoint Mark 'official porn administrator.

The next week went by in a flurry of pie charts, photocopies and misfiled forms. And Mark hardly gave that corner shop a thought until it was Tuesday again. 'Would Jeremy notice that he didn't show up?' He thought as his lunch break. He didn't need to show up, he didn't owe Jeremy anything.

Mark couldn't stop himself from glancing anxiously at his watch as their meeting time approached. Mark definitely didn't feel obligated to turn up just because the cashier had left him a note…that being said he couldn't stomach the thought of another tasteless cafeteria lunch. Maybe he could grab a bite from somewhere outside the building? And if that 'somewhere' just happened to be the corner shop that Jeremy worked at then so be it.

Mark raced out of the building.
He was in a rush because he didn't want to be late back, he told himself.

He was greeted by the familiar electronic chiming when he opened the door. And Jeremy was there behind the till, not that Mark cared. All Mark cared about was getting lunch, obviously. He picked out the least soggy looking sandwich from the fridge (why were they in the fridge?) and made his way to the counter. He avoided Jeremy's eyes. Pretending he hadn't noticed the note was probably the best course of action.

"Hey, mate" Came Jeremy's voice "Anything else today?"

"Uh-" Mark hadn't thought this far. Surely to continue 'the ritual' he needed to buy a magazine. Luckily before he could work himself into an indecisive panic Jeremy brought out a magazine from under the counter.

"I put the new issue aside for you." He said with a smile.

"Uh, thanks" Mark squeaked.

Jeremy scanned and bagged the two items and Mark turned to leave.

"See ya." Came Jeremy's voice from behind him as the door swung shut.

Mark sat at one of the benches in the deserted courtyard outside the office building and got out the magazine. Not that he was overly eager to check, of course, just curious. He flicked through the pages and came to one with a semi-clothed young lady who appeared to be in the middle of a gymnastic routine. There was also a scrap of paper tucked into the magazine at this page.

I posed like this last night –the cashier