There were few times in life in which Brad had been actually ignored. His size contributed to that statistic. But if he was being honest, he much preferred that to being insulted. And seeing how the girl decided to rate the other guy like some prime piece of sirloin, maybe being ignored wasn't so bad. He didn't even want to think about what kind of rating she would give him.

Instead, he silently followed the trio inside the office, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the room. To his surprise, the best part was the smell. The aroma of the wood mixed with whoever was wearing a light perfume. Odds would suggest the secretary but Brad had met some fellows who swore by it. Considering how godawful guys could smell, a little perfume couldn't hurt.

Being the last one to arrive, he decided to wait his turn. So Brad awkwardly shuffled over to the side, doing what he could to avoid Little Miss Rater's field of view.