**offers you a seat**
Can I get you some coffee, tea or water or something? No? Are you sure I can't get you anything? We have soda, too. No? OK. I won't press you.
**takes a sip of my Folgers and slides the cup to the left**
I asked you to come in today because I've been wanting to chat with you about something and I feel now is as good a time as any.
**slides frames to the bridge of my nose**
As 2008 nears its end, my 25th birthday continues to approach more rapidly. I'm not one of those people who freak out at the notion of turning 25, but I do have to admit it's making me some kind of way. What's weird, for me at least, is that I can't remember ever thinking about growing older before now.
Is it odd for me to feel odd/antsy about the not-so-big 25?
**takes off specs, places them on desk and awaits your response**