Discomfort

He openly stares at my body while I'm sifting through papers at the photocopy machine; he asks me what material my pants are made from and tells me they look good. When I say thanks, he laughs. Then he stopped outside my office and just stood there... no big deal really, but coupled with all the questions about me and Tom I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable. I feel like he may be serious in wanting to--no.