Doria
Fwump.
A stack of papers as tall as my head fell into my hands. I looked up and Bernard.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious. Besides, it's not like this is real paperwork."
"It's not?" I leafed through the pages, surprised. Paperwork is pretty much all anyone ever gave me.
"No, it's just information. If you and Penn could come up with something before Christmas, it would be great." He told me incredulously. "Do you think you can handle that?" His eyes searched my face.
"What?" I asked, feeling only a little guilty that I had spaced out for a moment.
He rubbed his forehead, obviously irritated. "Please, Doria. Please. Tell me you know what you're doing."
"Of course." I replied.
"Good." Bernard rubbed his hands together. "Then get to work." With this, he turned to leave.
Wow, what an asshole, I thought, then changed my mind. But he's cute, so maybe it's not so bad that he's a jerk.
I turned to leave, too; back to the little room with the dreary blue walls that always seemed just a little out of place in this cheery setting. When I got there, I maneuvered my way through the path I'd made by pushing aside the piles and piles of boxes left here over the years, then I set the papers on the table. "Ugh." I exclaimed. I hated paperwork, but I'm not very good with my hands, which is unusual for an elf, but I have awesome penmanship (if I do say so myself) so that means I get to write; Forever.
It's not really hell, I guess. I do like to write, and I like my job. Fuel is always so interesting. The way things go is just fascinating. It's magic, really. I don't mean the kind of magic that most elves deal with; I mean the kind of magic that makes your heart fly because you know just how it all works. You've figured it out: it's like a dream.
I stared blankly at the first paper. It was the beginning of an article about fossil fuels and the environment. This was news to me.
Bang!
I looked up quickly to see a guy standing next to the corner of a table, his hand wrapped around his belt.
"Sorry, that table gets a lot of people. You should have said something when you came in." I told him, trying to be nice. He just stood there smiling like an idiot.