whatever happens
it was about this time last year as well when they last parted. back then they didn't meet for six months. this time, it's anybody's guess.
as the train approaches, he realizes his headphones are still on his bedside table. no audio for tonight's study session, i guess. on the carriage, a stranger's compliment draws out little more than a "thank you" from him. standoffish punk. he can't explain to himself why his eyes are pasted to the floor, but it seems a monumental task to lift them.
she stumbles through the office. the vitriol her managers display for parties not present is daunting, but she can't show fear. cool and confident is the name of the game. his name bouncing around the office, what he used to do, what he promised - none of that is helping. you're a pain in the ass even after i left you.
before he can blink, it's time for lunch. there's nothing to eat at this building but sandwiches with too much butter. he leaves the cafe instead of sitting at the table he SMSed her from the week before.
she heats up the lunch she whipped up last night and sets up camp in the common area. she's not ready to let anyone on to who she is yet. yeah, just contracting while i finish my masters. yeah, i know him from uni. they seem like nice people. it'll take a while getting used to managers who toss around so much banter about their old age. maybe it's just here.
que sera sera.
as the train approaches, he realizes his headphones are still on his bedside table. no audio for tonight's study session, i guess. on the carriage, a stranger's compliment draws out little more than a "thank you" from him. standoffish punk. he can't explain to himself why his eyes are pasted to the floor, but it seems a monumental task to lift them.
she stumbles through the office. the vitriol her managers display for parties not present is daunting, but she can't show fear. cool and confident is the name of the game. his name bouncing around the office, what he used to do, what he promised - none of that is helping. you're a pain in the ass even after i left you.
before he can blink, it's time for lunch. there's nothing to eat at this building but sandwiches with too much butter. he leaves the cafe instead of sitting at the table he SMSed her from the week before.
she heats up the lunch she whipped up last night and sets up camp in the common area. she's not ready to let anyone on to who she is yet. yeah, just contracting while i finish my masters. yeah, i know him from uni. they seem like nice people. it'll take a while getting used to managers who toss around so much banter about their old age. maybe it's just here.
que sera sera.