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place of a friend when they had first
met three months ago. One minute she was in the elevator, trying not to pass
out. The next minute he was leaning over her, asking if she was alright. Sparks
flew and they've been dating ever since. It was only by chance that they met
that night. He was a plastic surgeon and worked elsewhere. As per tradition,
Jillian's new guy always got a nickname - the same went for Dale's girlfriends,
too, when he was actually seeing anyone. Dale had wanted to get more creative,
but Jillian liked the classiness of The Doctor.
When she asked
about how things were going on my end, I explained the whole mural ordeal. I
left out all details regarding the man who hired me, of course. I wasn't ready
to start talking about him. Not that there was too much to say about him,
anyway.
The next few
days passed rather quickly. When I had gone in on Friday, Patricia informed me
that Ethan had left earlier that morning on a business trip and would not be
returning until Sunday. Half of me was somewhat disappointed, but the other
half was glad that I could work in peace without the worry of getting
interrupted.
A couple hours
into the day, I realized that I'd forgotten to pack myself a lunch. Eating out
was tricky business. It could be nerve-wracking depending on the place, the amount
of people, and the familiarity. But I was happy to find a quaint little
sandwich shop just a few minutes away from the building. The menu was simple
and it wasn't terribly crowded. I put it on my Safe Spots in Seattle list.
When I returned
to the Luxadigm, I managed to become slightly better acquainted with Zach, the
elevator guard. Before, I had been too nervous to look at him for more than a
quick second. But now I was able to politely observe him as did Samantha and
Patricia, and found myself fascinated by the way the light gray hue of his eyes
were enhanced by the dark richness of his skin. I wondered then just how
important looks came into play here when hiring for certain positions. Much
like Samantha, the man could easily pass for being a model.
Though I wasn't
entirely anti-social, I was surprised by how easy it was to talk to some of
these people without any of my anxiety acting up. Perhaps I'd finally gotten
over it completely? No, I knew that wasn't it. I guess it was the people
themselves…I had taken an instant liking towards all of them. They were just
very likable beings. Pleasant, nonjudgmental, easy to talk to, and very
professional. That was probably why they had been chosen to work there.
I decided to
work through the weekend, wanting to get as much done as I possibly could
before Ethan returned. As expected, the Luxadigm wasn't nearly as full on
Saturday. There was a different elevator guard, as Zach had Saturdays and
Sundays off. Someone took Samantha's place on those days, as well. Patricia's
desk remained empty all throughout.
Sunday was
especially interesting. It wasn't completely empty, but it was just a few
people coming around who either forgot to drop something off or forgot to take
something home with them. That's what it seemed like, at least.
I worked
ardently, bobbing up and down to the blasting music. I was the sole inhabitant
of the top floor that day, so I didn't have to worry about bothering anyone. It
was a pretty odd feeling being up there all alone, almost dreamlike - so much
that I had to snap a few pictures just to have physical proof of my being
there. But it was also true that I had a bit of an obsession with capturing
memories in image form. I didn't see anything wrong with it since I never
remained in the same place for more than a few months at a time. I wanted
tokens of all my experiences, insignificant as they were.
By the end of
the weekend, I had all four walls covered up and was already drawing outlines
with chalk for the angels. Painting the upper part of the walls had
met three months ago. One minute she was in the elevator, trying not to pass
out. The next minute he was leaning over her, asking if she was alright. Sparks
flew and they've been dating ever since. It was only by chance that they met
that night. He was a plastic surgeon and worked elsewhere. As per tradition,
Jillian's new guy always got a nickname - the same went for Dale's girlfriends,
too, when he was actually seeing anyone. Dale had wanted to get more creative,
but Jillian liked the classiness of The Doctor.
When she asked
about how things were going on my end, I explained the whole mural ordeal. I
left out all details regarding the man who hired me, of course. I wasn't ready
to start talking about him. Not that there was too much to say about him,
anyway.
The next few
days passed rather quickly. When I had gone in on Friday, Patricia informed me
that Ethan had left earlier that morning on a business trip and would not be
returning until Sunday. Half of me was somewhat disappointed, but the other
half was glad that I could work in peace without the worry of getting
interrupted.
A couple hours
into the day, I realized that I'd forgotten to pack myself a lunch. Eating out
was tricky business. It could be nerve-wracking depending on the place, the amount
of people, and the familiarity. But I was happy to find a quaint little
sandwich shop just a few minutes away from the building. The menu was simple
and it wasn't terribly crowded. I put it on my Safe Spots in Seattle list.
When I returned
to the Luxadigm, I managed to become slightly better acquainted with Zach, the
elevator guard. Before, I had been too nervous to look at him for more than a
quick second. But now I was able to politely observe him as did Samantha and
Patricia, and found myself fascinated by the way the light gray hue of his eyes
were enhanced by the dark richness of his skin. I wondered then just how
important looks came into play here when hiring for certain positions. Much
like Samantha, the man could easily pass for being a model.
Though I wasn't
entirely anti-social, I was surprised by how easy it was to talk to some of
these people without any of my anxiety acting up. Perhaps I'd finally gotten
over it completely? No, I knew that wasn't it. I guess it was the people
themselves…I had taken an instant liking towards all of them. They were just
very likable beings. Pleasant, nonjudgmental, easy to talk to, and very
professional. That was probably why they had been chosen to work there.
I decided to
work through the weekend, wanting to get as much done as I possibly could
before Ethan returned. As expected, the Luxadigm wasn't nearly as full on
Saturday. There was a different elevator guard, as Zach had Saturdays and
Sundays off. Someone took Samantha's place on those days, as well. Patricia's
desk remained empty all throughout.
Sunday was
especially interesting. It wasn't completely empty, but it was just a few
people coming around who either forgot to drop something off or forgot to take
something home with them. That's what it seemed like, at least.
I worked
ardently, bobbing up and down to the blasting music. I was the sole inhabitant
of the top floor that day, so I didn't have to worry about bothering anyone. It
was a pretty odd feeling being up there all alone, almost dreamlike - so much
that I had to snap a few pictures just to have physical proof of my being
there. But it was also true that I had a bit of an obsession with capturing
memories in image form. I didn't see anything wrong with it since I never
remained in the same place for more than a few months at a time. I wanted
tokens of all my experiences, insignificant as they were.
By the end of
the weekend, I had all four walls covered up and was already drawing outlines
with chalk for the angels. Painting the upper part of the walls had
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