3. Wind
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Sol sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose — loosing your s**t at work wasn’t good Sol knew that but the longer this woman stood in front of their desk demanding attention — something was definitely going to be lost, their job or their cool.
Maybe both
“I said it was okay, it’s fine madam.” Sol repeated the words for a third time without taking their eyes off the screen, perhaps this gorgeous woman had a hearing problem.
“Madam?”
If Sol hadn’t caught her upper lip twitch as she repeated the word, Sol might have thought she felt disrespected or something — clearly it had been her way of starting a conversation with Sol.
“Would you prefer ‘woman that ran me over like a truck’, ma’am?”
“You said it was fine!”
Sol smirked. “You believed that?” no response came from the latter and perhaps it was the end of the conversation.
Sol could only hope.
Pausing the game that took a large part of their time, Sol met the woman’s gaze and she wasn’t amused but oh well, that’s life.
“Would—”
“You’re Sol?”
Sol pursed their lips together bored with where this conversation was heading. That question had to really be why the woman interrupted their sweet attempt to chase her? — the name tag on their desk clearly said ‘Sol’ if their memory favoured them well.
“Yes, I am they.”
The colleague beside Sol loudly sighed, catching Sol and the woman’s attention — unlike the latter who ignored, Sol sighed lowly settling on ignoring them — today wasn’t the day to start petty fights.
“What do you need help with ma’am, your laptop? your email?” momentarily Sol paused, thinking of anything else to add. “Any computer stuff I could help with, ma’am?”
Sol’s ma’am was beginning to get on her nerves.
“I’m June, remember me?”
Hiow could one ever forget such a memorable woman, not Sol neither their knee and shoulder.
With an index finger over their lips, Sol leaned back against the chair humming. Their index finger moved from their shoulder to their knee then pointed at June.
“Ah, storage closet lady, how could I forget?”
“Not such a great first impression.”
With both her hand held up in front of her, fingers interlocked, June brought up to her chin nervously laughing — at the situation at hand and Sol’s intense stare or glare, she could tell her nerves were really close to giving her a heart attack.
Sure June was nervous and Sol wasn’t of any help, mostly when their right eyebrows was raised very slow — clearly judging her.
“Second times the charm, they say.” they mumbled, June heard causing her to slightly frown, she knew where that was going. “—but you also failed that.”
“I—”
“June was it?” hastily June agreed with a head nod, earning one in return from Sol with hum. “I’m here to work, I’m far behind as it is — if you have no problems, leave.”
Very not kind of them, June’s frown deepened. Sol noted that and tsked, that was not so customer friendly of them.
“Wait that sounded really mean.” Sol added, quickly placing a tight fake smile on their face, their gaze was on June — who found that extremely creepy and furrowed her eyebrows. “Thank you for your time. Please kindly take that door you came in from, to lead you back where you came from ma’am.”
June however didn’t do that and Sol’s smile completely faded as they watched June lean forward, taking a quick glance at the screen of their laptop.
“Sol, you are seriously playing cards!”
“And so? I’m yet to win, it’s been fifteen minutes!”
Sol whined as well. They were frustrated, they ran out of hint again to use in the game and it had been their second time restarting the level.
There was a bit of silence, maybe June left — that alone made Sol smile. The woman, June, wasn’t bad but today hadn’t started out great neither did the events take a turn for the better.
A little peace and quiet—
“I actually have a problem.”
Sol might’ve let their guard down a bit too soon. The floating bubble over their head didn’t get too far nor anywhere.
“Do I need to come check it out?” Sol skeptically eyed June — now how would a problem magically pop up.
“For a matter of fact, yes.” Sol groaned, throwing their head on top of the keyboard that probably pressed a few keys messing up the game, which they had no chance of winning.
“You are here to work right?” with a smile June asked.
Well, Sol was at work that required them to actually work — a win for the evil witch — Sol followed behind June, who tried strike a conversation with Sol, gave up after three trys of silence.
So they walked in silence to June’s department — finance.
Sol groaned looking at the woman then the laptop — so unbelievable and ridiculous, they wasted their time for this, tolerated the throbbing pain their calves were in — for her laptop to be not charged and couldn’t magically turn on.
They wander why
“You just had to charge it, the battery was dead Mrs June.” Sol hissed getting out June’s chair.
“Miss, I’m not married.” June stared up at Sol as she stood in front of them blocking the way.
“Problem solved Miss June.” Sol spoke with a tight smile. “Are you happy now?”
If Sol remembered well, there wasn’t a rule on strangling a co-worker. This woman in front of them, had been testing each ounce of their patience.
June, didn’t move out the way as she spoke. “Barely, you hardly spoke to me.”
Sol huffed glaring back, “I don’t know you, what did you expect?”
“Did what happen in the storage closet, mean nothing to you?”
June didn’t step back all, rather held eye contact with Sol — heavy amount of eye contact than they liked.
“It was very painful, I quite enjoyed it.” sarcastically, Sol replied slightly lifting their eyebrow.
And that was it, June broke eye contact shaking her head as she chuckled.
“You make that sound way different than what we’re talking about right now.”
A small smile slipped past Sol’s lips. “It’s that mind of yours.” glancing at the time, they once again met June’s gaze. “Can I leave?”
“Sure. See you tomorrow?” she happily asked taking a step back.
“No, just — no.” Sol stated quickly walking away before the woman could put up a fight. Sol could only pray for that to happen and hoped it wouldn’t.
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