It was the first day back from the elves two-week break after Christmas. Most, if not all, shared sounds of sympathy for being back at work and seeing each other again. Their faint murmuring was revolving around talk of their holiday, the funny cousin who spilled the hot cocoa, the crazy mustached uncle with his odd stories, and the teen sister with skank-like clothes. Yes, as the workers of the pole walked to work that morning a certain arch-elf was awaiting their arrival, ready to reprimand any elf out of line. Or so the elves anticipated…Truth be told, he was fervently anticipating for the very thing that made his heart tick. And her name was Lilly.
The peculiar elf, Lilly, was among the crowd of sauntering elves, book in hand, talking anxiously to her close friends Stephanie and Feline. Though Lilly was 1300 years old (a teen in elf years) she dressed rather multihued, and innocently child-like. As she rambled on about her anomalous philosophies, her extent, chocolate brown curls bounced jollily behind her and her straight bangs swished along her protruding eyelashes. Stephanie's coffee tinted eyes widened in anticipation at Lilly's theory, in an almost half-crazed sort of way, as she looked down upon her petite and pixie-like friend. Quickening her pace, Feline trotted alongside her comrades nodding along with them.
"So Lilly," Stephanie started, "have you found a partner for that tango thingy your dance teacher wants to do?" Looking solemnly at the powdered snow Lilly shook her head, her curls boinging against her shoulders. "No. I've asked several people, but you know how it's like nowadays! Nobody can shake a tail feather, much less move to something as fervent and passionate as the tango!" she fumed. "You know..." Stephanie stated, "Bernard has some experience in the dance area..." She bumped her friend playfully, her eyebrows whizzing up and down hinting the obvious. Lilly's gaze fell to the ground instantly at the mention of Bernard, her cheeks reddening slightly. She had known Bernard for a while now, and though they were just sort of becoming friends Lilly was falling head over heals for the dude. In all honesty she was convinced he thought her crazy and hyperactively annoying, which was a million and one miles far from what Bernard really felt for her.
Bernard spotted her: long locks, ostentatious clothes, and a walk so signature it should be copyrighted. His heart gave a start at the sight of her; his breath caught and he felt his limbs turn to laffy taffy. Then he spotted Stephanie beside her. He grunted. He knew her well enough to know she always wanted to know if he was interested in Lilly. She knew the truth of course (or actually a part of it) and didn't hesitate to give Lilly details. The other thing that really peeved him about Stephanie was that she and Lilly were almost literally glued together, and though he felt selfish for this, at times he wanted Lilly. All to himself.
Cursing his disgusting thoughts, he gazed back out the frosted window and waited, thinking this a boring day. Oh how wrong he was.
