Books closed

Come in sideways at it said Mike. He's never going to make a sacred connection doing that. Head on. Heart out. Sleeve. Jumping at everything.
Mike had had the lads work on the project piece for years now and it hadn't learned a damn thing. Just battering away with the same old tired cliches.
I love you. OH YA FUCKIN LOVE HER DO YA YA BIG GLYPE! A.I. idiot.
Used to make Mike sick. He never learns a thing he'd say. Shouting in the break room. Lads all annoyed Mike was eating into their break with work matters. Looming over their sandwiches. Booming. Looming and booming like a blooming lemming. Lemmings do not boom. Definitely small man syndrome. So important in himself.
But the project piece wasn't always work. Sometimes the lads were quietly proud of him. Brave attempts. Honourable shot at it. Dignified. Integrity.
He'd get smashed but by jesus he kept on getting back up.
So that one fateful week they came in sideways. Don't let him see her head on. Get a friend to recommend her. Then, in theory, they could all go home. Close the books.
She had been sent in the same door. Fat bloody chance attitude on her. Like it or lump it love. She had bigger fish to fry and a frying pan the likes of which.........
Anyway set them on the same trajectory into a hardware store. Warp speed. She came over the hill  big truck, trailer, attitude and a no nonsense look. Business to be doing and they just set him in too. And lo and behold BANG.
Ordinary hardware store. Who knew. Last day at the project. Awards ceremony. A rare and perfect win for the team. I'm going to miss these bastards. Book closed.