It hung in the air and if she could get it to settle into the ink, she'd be fine.
Her typer remained untouched and she remained unroused.
Knock, knock
The rustle of keys was followed by his booming voice.
"I brought Chinese.”
He flitted around her space, too comfortable to feel any bit of the awkward he looked.
His big feet seemed unnatural in her close quarters. He was not welcome on her wooden floors. They did not speak him as they spoke to her. They groaned under his weight. His laugh assaulted her walls, they were sent back, hurtling towards them.
She sipped the cold coffee on her desk.
The scraping of metal on plates roused her from the place she was trying to be.
Her typer remained untouched and she remained unroused.
Knock, knock
The rustle of keys was followed by his booming voice.
"I brought Chinese.”
He flitted around her space, too comfortable to feel any bit of the awkward he looked.
His big feet seemed unnatural in her close quarters. He was not welcome on her wooden floors. They did not speak him as they spoke to her. They groaned under his weight. His laugh assaulted her walls, they were sent back, hurtling towards them.
She sipped the cold coffee on her desk.
The scraping of metal on plates roused her from the place she was trying to be.
The oily smell of the Chinese crept into her skin and she felt faint. The window offered no refuge. The sky was grey and lacking dimension, it stretched for miles spanning over the tiny ants of people she saw below.
And then Reneé began to hear a song. She tapped its cadence and breathed deeply.
Richard had to go. He was nice enough of an ass, and had a pretty good, but he was like the sky this morning, lifeless.
If Richard had been an onion, he wouldn't have been. The man had no layers. Reneé needed layers to study, she needed a man she could write about.
She needed someone to pay the rent until her writing could, but one would suffer at the hands of the other, so she waited.
She listened to him slurp noodles as words escaped through his forkfuls.
Office. Steve (the manager, not his cubicle neighbor). Bianca eating all the donuts. Blah. Blah. Blah.
She stood to meet him in the kitchen and a knife caught her eye. She chuckled to herself. It'd never been that serious. Just give the guy some head and he'll be on his way.
He left 15 minutes later.
Good riddance.