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Note : For those who read my profile, you're aware that I'm a francophone so my writing skills are not really good... For those who haven't read it, now you know every useful thing you need to know about me... Also, this is my first fic, so please be kind...
Rating: PG
How work can be painful.
Working has never been a problem for me. I love my job and I'm great at it. But sometimes work can be painful. Actually, every day brings a little pain to me. But it's nothing considering all the joy that my work brings me. Every day, I draw, I compare samples, I correct, I imagine new plans for my eccentric clients. Speaking of eccentric, let's talk about you. Who are you, little woman staring at me? Why do you insist on coming to «work» (almost) every day? And what's that stupid excuse of having a need to be kept grounded by work? Come on, nobody's going to buy that! You don't even work, here. All you do is drink while flipping through a magazine. With a little daily comment on my clothing, my hair or my breasts...
The thing that fascinates me the most is that I almost enjoy it. I like it when you criticize me. It gives me the feeling that you care about me. Maybe you do, but I think most of the time you're too boozed up to even notice that you said something. I like that, too. Even if I'm sometimes worried about your drinking habit, I have a doubt that it's just a role you're playing. A really thick wall you built between you and your feelings. Why? Why are you afraid of your feelings? I want to know what happened to you? Why did you become the cold hard bitch that you are?
I hope that you'll reveal your secrets to me one day. And, hopefully, I'll have the courage to tell you that I care about you. I wouldn't see myself as lesbian, nor bisexual. But there's something in you that is truly irresistible. We've known each other for quite a long time, now. Almost 8 years passed to stare at each other from our respective desks. Not only to stare, should I say. We kissed a couple of times. But that doesn't matters to you. You probably forgot half of those little moments we had. I don't care, as long as I can keep the feeling your tongue dancing with mine in my heart.
Honey, what's wrong? What are ya lookin' at?
Oh, nothin... Just lost in my thoughts...
You're such a lunatic...But that's no excuse to wear that outfit of yours, Gracie...You're like a big slice of cheese with a furry orange cat on top...
Yeah, sure Karen.
Here we go...