He tried to focus on his speech… It was hard talking about coatings with that intimidating look upon him. And he couldn’t resist looking back. Admiring her.
Cecile, that was her name, was stripping him in her head. Trying to picture him off that blue uniform. Even though she loved men in uniforms.
“I’ve got to find a way to be alone with him!” – She thought.
At last he ended his speech. Applauses. Questions were made.
It was now lunch time, and it was up to her to take the guests to the cafeteria for lunch. And it was the perfect opportunity.
A turn to a wrong corridor, leading him to an empty room.
He closed the door behind him.
“Hi…” – she said – “Oh…I’m sorry…wrong room…”
“No” – he answered – “It’s the perfect room.”
They smiled at each other.
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how familiar...
there is something about it, yes... but exactly what, I cannot tell; there's still something I can sense though, something elusive.
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