“Hey, it’s my last day today. I think I’m working somewhere else next week. Fancy coming out for a farewell drink?” I say, jauntily.
“I don’t drink,” she says.
“What, liquids?” I ask, trying to make a joke.
She looks at me blankly and walks away. Some of my work colleagues are looking at me like they caught me slipping something into her wine glass.
The small saving grace is that at least I won’t be sat across from her on Monday.