Gertrude’s in love with Daniel. But she’s ninety-nine percent sure Daniel isn’t in love with her.
When they’re both in the office, her subconscious keeps track of him in the kitchen or meeting room or talking to the boss. He’s lit by a glow, only she can see and instinctively follows it, like a flower to the sun.
Of course, Daniel has no idea she exists. He smiles a greeting in the morning, nods goodbye in the afternoon and nudges her shoulder on the way to lunch.
Ninety-nine percent sure he doesn’t, so one percent torments her, keeping hope alive.