Roderich was, miraculously, at work today. He had forced himself out of bed and actually walked all the way from his house to the museum - or as he liked to call it: the hellhole.
He scooted his chair away from his desk and stood up. He stepped out of his office - being an assistant curator had its perks - and walked to the front of the museum, thinking it would help kill time.
The place was barren, as it usually was, and nothing had changed much.
Except for a boy sitting in the reception desk.
Roderich didn't recall having a male receptionist before. Then again, he hadn't come to work in days.
He matched over to the front of the desk and gazed down at the boy. Not really meaning to be intimidating, though he certainly came off as such. He frowned and couldn't help but think that the receptionist looked very familiar. Very, very, familiar. But he couldn't put his finger on it.
So instead of saying something, he just stood there and stared at the boy.
Lenna sighed one more as another five minutes passed by without event. She let her eyes wander once more around her environment and paused as she spotted an individual standing right in front of her.
"AH!" Lenna yelped as she was taken by surprise. She jumped out of her seat and rapidly spouted, "I'm sorry, sir! W-Welcome to the Museum of Contempt- no I mean Contemporary Art!"
Roderich took his eyes off the receptionist. He blinked at the greeting and shook his head softly.
"I'm the assistant curator," he said, extending an hand out. "Roderich Edelstein." He left out the fact that he was kind of the receptionist's boss, and not a customer.
Lenna flushed with embarassment as she mistook him for a visitor. "I'm so sorry!" She took his hand and shook it as firmly as she could. 'Oh, no, I can't believe I messed up already!'
Lenna paused. 'Roderich Edelstein? Where have I heard that name before?' She shook her head and decided that she wouldn't dwell on the matter.
"It hasn't been busy today... I'm Lenna Segur. It's very nice to meet you."
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He scooted his chair away from his desk and stood up. He stepped out of his office - being an assistant curator had its perks - and walked to the front of the museum, thinking it would help kill time.
The place was barren, as it usually was, and nothing had changed much.
Except for a boy sitting in the reception desk.
Roderich didn't recall having a male receptionist before. Then again, he hadn't come to work in days.
He matched over to the front of the desk and gazed down at the boy. Not really meaning to be intimidating, though he certainly came off as such. He frowned and couldn't help but think that the receptionist looked very familiar. Very, very, familiar. But he couldn't put his finger on it.
So instead of saying something, he just stood there and stared at the boy.
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"AH!" Lenna yelped as she was taken by surprise. She jumped out of her seat and rapidly spouted, "I'm sorry, sir! W-Welcome to the Museum of Contempt- no I mean Contemporary Art!"
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"I'm the assistant curator," he said, extending an hand out. "Roderich Edelstein." He left out the fact that he was kind of the receptionist's boss, and not a customer.
"Slow day?" he asked casually.
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Lenna paused. 'Roderich Edelstein? Where have I heard that name before?' She shook her head and decided that she wouldn't dwell on the matter.
"It hasn't been busy today... I'm Lenna Segur. It's very nice to meet you."
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