I've wanted to be a nurse all of my life, I finally decided to out my head down and go to work. Now I am working at this hospital in England. About a week ago on my normal shift, I noticed the janitor staring at me. Every since then i have watched him; he holds leans on his broom and rubs his rings with a slight smile. Man, is he attractive. He has dark long hair, tall, with brown eyes that i just dye for every time.
I was running late from my lunch break, when I jumped on the elevator – there he was.
"Good morning!" –he said.
"Hello"
"Name."
"Excuse me?" – I asked.
"Your name?"
"Oh, Mae." –I blushed.
"I love that, Mae." – still looking at me, slightly with his mouth open.
I blushed even harder.
"Well my name is Mitchell, this is my floor, nice to meet you, Mae." –he winked and walked out.
Mitchell… I thought to myself.
That name stuck on my mind all day, and so did he.
…Mitchell.
I went home a told my bestfriend, Sarah, that was also my roommate everything that I knew about him. Which wasn't much, just that he's a janitor, his name is Mitchell, and he is always with a tall man that is a little feminine.
"A janitor, what a winner." –Sarah said.
"I know, but there is something about him.."
I went to bed early that night and could not stop thinking about him and the way he said Mae…
..Mitchell…Mitchell… until I dozed off.