Sorry, not an update. I hadn't really planned on continuing this, it was just something that came randomly late at night, but since some people seem to like it, if anyone has a plot idea, I'll write it. Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed. You're awesome.
You're running. Rhythmically. Like an orchestra of panic. Your feet slap the pavement, the thumping bass. Your breath crescendos to a deafening roar. The wind whistles a death march in your ears.
And you trip.
Face first. Into the ground.
Not a nice patch of clovers, either. A particularly brutal stretch of 101 degree pavement.
You do your own stunts, thank you very much.
This is not good. Blood and sweat and lateness and vital presentations and the all too real threat of unemployment checks do not go well together.
You dust off your gritty palms and wipe the sticky red mess off your nose, only to find that it's traveled somehow. Made a journey to the nice, crisp white of your suit. The new suit. That was borrowed approximately 4 hours 23 minutes 15 seconds ago on threat of death, if it got dirty.
So now you're bloody, going to die, and probably unemployed. Great. What next.
A particularly exquisite specimen of womankind is staring at you inquisitively. You can only imagine what she sees.
Not the greatest impression one hopes to make when meeting a potential mate for the first time. Clumsiness is not a commonly desired trait among the general population. Must be some evolutionary thing. Keep the accident prone from passing on their embarrassingly weak genes.
She was blonde and lovely. Lips quirked in the perfect quizzical-whimsical-appreciative-sympathetic way. Eyes twinkling with some kind of unreadable emotion.
"You all right there?"
"Just thought I'd take a break. You know, enjoy the sights, smell the roses. The whole shebang."
"In the middle of the sidewalk?"
"Why not? Decided to get a different perspective. See what life's like for all them city bugs."
Her eyes crinkled just a bit and you feel the beginnings of a terribly, unavoidable, irrevocably impossible infatuation.
"Need a hand?"
"Nah, I've already got two. But I'll take you up if I ever lose one to frostbite."