I was in full, mundane Sunday swinging when I passed Andrey in the underground parking garage. Typical.
I was dressed in my Sunday worst, hair piled up under an old cap that read “Sunny day". Some ridiculous thing our clients had sent us all. They thought it was a stroke of creative genius.
I was carrying a basket of my dirty laundry. Underwear included and in the other hand, I had a black bag full of bottles for recycling
“Well hello there"
His voice had the ability to stop my world. it was utter madness but Everytime I heard it, I felt transported out of my self. I turned and saw him standing only a few fits away from me.
How had he managed to get so close to me?
He, on the other word was not dressed in his Sunday worst, He was sporting some full suited look that was enough to turn
