6:45 pm

There is still a little over an hour before this work day ends.

It was somewhat, uneventful. That is compared to all the other days before this.

Then again there was something.

Almost.

Something like being caught by my office best friend, Nami.

She walked right next to me and asked.

"Why do you keep looking at the door?"

Considering that my cubicle is directly in front of the door.

And that I just have to stretch my neck a bit to look through my cubicle's window to see whomever is coming through the door.

And that I try not to look awkward when doing so. I even groaned out a sigh when I do it so that it wont so much as raise suspicion.

Yet I still got caught.

It was surprising she noticed that I was being sneaky. I wonder who else did?

"Don't worry. I'm the only one."

What a great friend I have.

At times I think she knows me better than I do - this is something I wont tell or even hint at her.

And another thing I wont tell her about would be my initial encounter with Mr. Green-hair, for now.

With that I just shrugged and told her.

"I wish eye candy would walk through, just so the day would be a little less cruel to us. Us who are nourished by TLC like water on mars."

I mean who doesn't like eye candy? I sure am one to satisfy my sweet tooth.

But knowing her knowing me, she just eyed me long enough that I swear she was reading every contour of my face to see if I was a little off.

A few moments of silence. And maybe she did believe me because she let it pass.

I almost could not control myself.

Haish...

The consequences of having a sharp bestie.

Gosh, I swear that girl can make the mute talk.

Not that I hate her for that. It's just hard keeping anything secret from her. And I know and have proved that she can be trusted with secrets.

I know that most people now would have differing opinions about having a friend at work - because nothing spreads faster in the work grapevine like gossip does - especially when it comes to fresh blood.

Have I mentioned yet that only a third of my decade here is due to work. The rest is due to college.

Yep. So that's that with friends at work.

5 minutes left.

I should start clearing my workspace.

I backed-up all the opened files on my computer, cleaned my table off of staples, paper clips, and scratch paper then logged off.

Then I proceeded to report to my supervisor and bid goodbye.

"Thank you for the hard work! I'll be going now."

"Thank you for the hard work."

Now what will I have for dinner?

I'm craving for something fresh. Should I drop by the 24hour mart?

Ting

Just as I was about to round a corner, a familiar head of green hair caught my eye from the opening elevator door.

My feet's movement gradually slowed until I ultimately came to a stop.

Even when he was standing at the end of the elevator and had a dozen other people around he stood out.

Not only because of his uniquely colored hair but he has an air around him that captures my curiosity.

Why were his eyes closed?

If he took that elevator it means he is either assigned to a special unit. Or that he is a resident.

If he is a resident why should he be living outside the dorms?

And if he is in a special unit, which one?

As I regained my consciousness, from the fact that a lot of people keep bumping on to me. And telling me to stand aside.

I started to look at the ground and searched for something non-existent so that people will not think I'm weird for standing at the middle of the hall.

After a few seconds of crouching down and what should appear as searching I stopped.

Letting out a sigh I abruptly stood up and almost hit someone.

"I'm sorry."

"That's the second time."

Before I could register into my field of view who that someone was. I was stunned to hear who he was.

"Or actually the third."

???

He looked at me plainly.

Sensing the confusion from my face I thought he was going to explain what he meant by 'the third time'.

Unfortunately for me he didn't. And then he just walked away after a few odd seconds.

Before I even finished deciphering what just happened I heard the continuous ring of the Biometrics.

Right it was time to clock out.

Should I keep on the act of having lost something and ask the cleaners to give a heads up if they find something?

But that would only inconvenience them.

And it is hard to keep track of something non-existent.

Haish...

Why did I do something so foolish?

Ever since that encounter with him my mind isn't working.

Does he send out weird waves that transforms my thinking ability into mush?

Urghh...