Can you please rate/review this part of my story?

[ingel]

I feel like it isn't as good as the rest, so I'm putting this up for criticism.

“Hey, Fellah!” his workmate yelled from across the hall, shamelessly emphasizing his New York accent. “How ya doin’?”
“I’m good, Jones, how ‘bout you?”
“Heard ya got too much booze last night, eh?” he cackled, placing his hands on his stomach and throwing his head back. He reminded James of the men who would dress themselves up as Santa Claus around Christmastime, and attract pedestrians by ringing a bell and going “ho, ho, ho!” in the deepest and loudest voice they could manage.
“Yeah, well, screw you too, buddy.”
“Feller, report, my office, eight o’clock.” He didn’t have to look up to recognize her. His boss was the only person in the building who was too busy to form proper sentences anymore, and yet expected others to understand. He kept walking down the hall, knowing that any response that escaped his lips would be ignored.
“Mornin’, Feller!” Alicia smiled, as she would every morning, and pushed her brown hair back shyly. She had done the kind deed of placing his favorite choice of coffee on his desk, despite her knowledge of his extravagent episodes with alcohol. Though he’d asked her why she even talks to him, she had only shrugged and told him that he shouldn’t be judged for his mistakes.
“Good morning, my dear.” Though he never noticed, this greeting always made her blush.
“H-how’s it goin’?”
“I had the weirdest dream last night...” He outstretched his legs and placed them on the table, dangerously close to the coffee cup that his colleague had so carefully prepared.
“Really?”
“Yeah, there was, like, a live doll and everything.” his voice was muffled from the newspaper that he’d placed over his face. Alicia giggled, and observed him for a few moments. He looked and acted much like a teenager at times, with his rugged hair ungroomed and his apathetic attitude. And yet he was able to charm anybody with a simple grin and a compliment. “I’m just glad that it’s over.”
“Oh! Yeah, right, weird dream.” Alicia paused for a moment and pulled her chair closer to his. “You look pale.” He turned his head so that the newspaper would only cover his cheek. From underneath the tabloids, he wore the captivating smile that had convinced her to strive to befriend him.
“You’ve never been hungover, have you?”
“You should wash your face, at least.” she focused on hiding a smirk as he struggled out of his chair.
“Alright, if that’ll free me from work for a few minutes.”

[teyrnon72]

Lovely story!!! It's super cute! Do you have more, I'd love to read. And remember, never give up writing and always keep hope... especially when you write so nicely!