I'm not great at first person, but imma try with this. If I phase out of it at any point, please tell me and I'll fix it.
I couldn't actually think of anything, so I looked up prompts. Sue me.
As I walked into the office, I sighed in relief. The women at the front desk was flirting relentlessly with me, Camille was it? Anyhow, though she was pretty, I wasn't interested for my own reasons.
I glanced around at the office, considering what to tell my sister when I got home from work that evening. It had become a tradition, really. It all started a year ago when I had first gotten a job at the big fashion company, Bane Industries. The first week or so, after every day at work my little sister would call and ask if anything interesting had happened. My answer would always be the same. "Iz, it was just a normal day at work, nothing happened." At some point my mediocre response started to annoy her to the point of no return and she called me out on it. After that, I made it my goal every day to come up with a long, fantastical stories to amuse her, and in return she would stop pestering me. I was deep in tough, thinking about angels and demons when I sat down at my desk.
I was a photographer at the company, and I was currently sorting through a pile of previous shoots when I noticed something on the edge of my desk. A bright pink sticky note laid there, disrupting the monotone theme of my desk. Curious, I plucked it off the desk and read it. Hey there blue eyes. That was all it said. What on earth? Who would say that? Brows furrowed, flipped it over, thinking perhaps there would be something on the back. Seeing nothing, I placed it onto the corner of my desk, telling myself to get on with my work.
"Hey Alec, set three is waiting for you." I glanced up at the person sticking their head through the door and nodded in their direction.
"Thanks Jem. 'Preciate it." The silver haired man smiled in response before ducking his head out of view. I winced as I looked up at the clock. I was ten minutes late to the shoot. I had been so caught up in sorting through the picture that I had lost track of time. I abruptly pushed my chair backwards and stood up, grabbing my camera and rushing to the set.
The theme for this shoot was simple. Blue. The lead designer, Mr. Bane, had created marvelous pieces of clothing all different shade or blue. A cerulean dress, a sky blue silk scarf, and a gorgeous royal blue button down. Truly, his work was always almost magical. It was funny though, nobody ever saw the illustrious Magnus Bane except those that worked closest to him. I wasn't part of the 'elite club' as the other workers called them. I had never seen Mr. Bane, nor did I have any interest in doing so. Photography had been my passion for as long as I could remember.
At age eight, when my brother Jace had requested toy guns and action figures, I had asked for a camera. My parents, being the filthy rich, homophobic (though that was beside the point at that age) bitches they are, bought me a fancy-pants camera. I, being the clumsy eight year old I was, broke it within a month. Afterwards they settled for a cheaper but still ridiculous camera. In the end I had them to that for supporting my hobby, though that was that only thing I had to thank them for. That and giving birth to me, I guess. Though sometimes, I didn't thank them for that.
"No, no, no. This is all wrong. Tessa, straighten up, stare to your left. Your other left. Angel, please go put some trousers on. That's a shirt, not a dress." The blonde, Botox covered model glared at me, though I ignored it. I thought I heard a giggle behind me, but when I turned around, there was nobody there, just the dark corridor of my escape. Shaking my head, I turned around to face the plastic Barbie dolls and expensive cameras. "Dear lord. Okay. I think we're done here." I waved at them, without any meaning, before spinning on my heals and practically running to the solitude of my office. As I slumped down on my black faux leather chair, my eyes caught on a blue note stuck to the folder of my recent photos.
"Who the hell is coming into my office." I exclaimed to myself, reaching forward to grab the note. Did you like the new clothes? Was all it said, the loopy handwriting filling the whole page. No signature, no name, nothing. Sighing, I place it on top of the previous one, meaning, in the bin. Somebody was just messing with me. Probably a prank. Haha. Funny.
I glanced at the clock stuck to the grey walls of my office. 11.50. Great. Not even midnight yet. Yes, that was sarcasm, if you couldn't tell. Sighing heavily, I looked down on what I had been working on for the past few hours. Whilst part of me wanted to just finish it off, the small, rational part of my mind told me that I had to get back to my small lonely apartment and sleep until I had to get up at six the next day. Makes sense to just stay here I thought to myself silently, though I started packing up.
Once all my photos were put away in my drawers, I walked out of my office and locked it, my camera around my neck, bouncing as I walked. It was my most prized position, and I took it with me wherever I went. I walked down the hallway, not at all glancing into the windows of others offices. I was anything, but nosy.
As I can predict the future, I could already tell that I wasn't going to get any sleep that night, so I had taken what I had been working on home, along with my fleeting hope to finish it by the next day. As I was about to turn the corner, by thick folders in my arms, I was stopped- well, tripped, by an oncoming person. All my work fell to the floor, the photos falling out of their organized folder and into a messy disarray on the lino floor.
"I'm sorry." I muttered without thinking, bending down without even glancing at the person. Soon though, I felt them bend down next to me and help. When it was all cleaned up, they handed me the little they had helped pick up, and that's when I glance up to see them. Gasping, I took a step back at the sight of the person. A man, around mid-twenty's stared back at me, his golden green eyes looking right into my soul. His hair was filled with glitter, sticking up in fatal looking spikes.
"Kid, what are you apologizing for? I walked into you." Though this was evidently supposed to reassure me, I was caught on the first part.
"I'm not a kid." I say, glaring at the colourful man. He raised a perfect brow at me, making me shiver. He nodded, bobbing his head up and down.
"Sorry, sorry. Just came out." He said, still smirking, though. Then, after he got a good look at me, his beautiful eyes widened, as if he had realised something. "You're the photographer that had the office at the end of the hall." He whispered, staring into my eyes. I broke the gaze, pretending to be sorting out my folders. "Did you like my messages?' he asked cheekily as my eyes whipped up to meet his.
"That was you?" I asked, scandalized. He nodded, smirking yet again. Suddenly he took a step back, startling me.
"Magnus Bane, at your service." He said grandly, sweeping into a low bow. I gasped, though tried to cover it up, hardening my expression.
"So, you're the jerk that's disrupting my boring office with your colourful sticky notes?"
Go Alec! Put him in his place. If I get any reviews on here, I might continue, otherwise I leave it at this. So… review, please? *smiles sweetly*.