"I'm wearing pink!"
Ever since Gillian had said that, Cal had started playing a little game with himself and his mind. Every day, Cal would wait in his office until Gillian came in at 8.05am sharp, drag him out and claim they had work to do. Until she entered, Cal would just stare off into space, trying to guess which color she was going to wear that day.
Surely, he was never right, it seemed like Gillian had every color of the rainbow in her closet and every time Cal thought he would have the right color, she surprised him by wearing something entirely different.
He could spot lies, but he was lousy on social skills or actually getting to know people really well on a personal, non-lie attached, level. Sipping from his tea, he was basically encouraging people to stereotype the British, but Cal didn't really care at this moment.
It was 8am, only 5 more minutes and Gillian was going to storm in his office, either ranting about something, eating a sweet or drinking one of those god-awful slushies she likes so much. The most disturbing thing was when her clothing colors matched the slushie color. Then it almost seemed as if Gillian was doing it all on purpose. Wearing colors that is. As if she was only wearing colors so she would fit more with a weirdly colored drink in her hands.
Cal literally stared down his clock, waiting for it to turn on the right time and then he would turn around and see Gillian walking in his office, letting him know if he guessed right today or not.
Maybe today was going to be orange, he hadn't seen that on Gillian before. Then again, orange isn't really a color you found easily in the big range of clothing. Maybe Gillian decided to go for green, she hadn't worn green in a while and it did look good on her.
8.05am
"Good morning."
Blue.
Wrong again.
Maybe better next timeā¦
