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DAY 1

Kristoff was tired of this meeting, he was nearly falling asleep.

Whoop- nope. He started to drift off.

"Maybe playing it safe is the wrong approach." Sven was trying to prove his point- he had boards with pictures and had a speech all planned out. "The nuclear family is dead, and we need a new holiday that recognizes that. May 21st-" he flipped up the paper on his presentation to reveal a picture with two lesbians and their son, "other mother's day."

Kristoff shook his head. He loved his best friend- but this was a little too much of a stretch for just a paycheck.

Sven looked around for anything- a question, a comment, a concern, but nothing. Everyone stared at him with the equally emotionless expression. Working at a card-making company was...exciting.

"Thank you." He nodded and walked back to his seat.

Kristoff's boss, Oaken, smiled, putting his hands on the table. "I'd say we've got some potential here." Kristoff zoned out, hoping that this meeting would be over soon. He started tapping his pencil against the table top.

"What do you think, Bjorgman?" Oaken caught him by surprise. "Could you write up some prototypes for these?"

Kristoff was about to say something, something probably stupid, when she walked in.

She was just delivering a message- but it was as if she was delivering two messages: one to Oaken from the phone and one to Kristoff to wake up and look at her.

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen: blue-green eyes, orange hair tied into a bun, vintage green dress...

"Oaken, there's a telephone call for you on line 3," her voice was just as perfect as her looks.

"Oh, thank you." Oaken said. "Oh, uh, everyone, this is Anna Summers, my new assistant. Anna just moved here from..." he looked at her for help.

"Michigan." she helped, smiling at them. Kristoff swore that when she looked at him she stared for a millisecond longer than the rest.

"Right. Michigan. Right. Anna, everyone. Everyone, Anna." He gestured from her to the table, the table to her. Kristoff continued to stare at her. Anna. "Sorry, I have to take this." Oaken walked away.

Anna smiled. "It's nice to meet you all." She looked at all of them again, then Kristoff, then all of them again.

Kristoff couldn't help but stare at her. Stare into her big blue eyes, her somehow emotionless smile, everything about her was just so..

So... Anna.

There are two kinds of people in the world. There's women. And there's men.

Anna Summers was a women. Height: an average 5'5. Weight: an average 121. Shoe size: slightly above average at a size 8. For all intents and purposes, Anna Summers: just another girl. Except she wasn't.

To wit, in 1998, Anna quoted a song by the Scottish band Belle & Sebastian in her high school yearbook. "Color my life with the chaos of trouble." The spike in Michigan sells of their album "The Boy with the Arab Strap" continues to puzzle industry analysts.

Summer's employment at the daily freeze during the summer of her sophomore year coincided with an inexplicable 212% increase in revenue.

Every apartment Summer rented at an average rate of 9.2% below market value, and her roundtrip commute to work averaged 18.4 double-takes per day. It was a rare quality, this "Summer effect." Rare, yet something every post-adolescent male has encountered at least once in their lives. For Kristoff Bjorgman to find it now in a city of 400,00 offices, 91,000 commercial buildings, and 3.8 million people, well that could only be explained by one thing: fate.

DAY 3

It was yet another day Kristoff stared at Anna as she filed papers, made calls, did her normal Anna thing.

Sven noticed how entranced he was with her, and decided to snap him out of it.

"Dude, I hear she's a bitch," he lied.

Unfazed, Kristoff said, "Really?"

"Yeah, Batil tried to talk to her in the copy room, she was totally not having it."

Tom tried to think of something to prove that she was good, because she was good. She had to be.

"Maybe she was just in a hurry."

"Maybe she's an uppity better than everyone superskank." Sven shot back.

Kristoff sighed. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. He was really thinking that this was the girl he was looking for, he could tell she was, but now his hopes crashed down to the reality of his life.

"I know. She's pretty hot."

"Sucks. Why is it that pretty girls like that think that they can treat people like crap and get away with it?" Kristoff was really wondering. He didn't even know Anna and she had already hurt him so much.

"Centuries of reinforcement."

"You know what? Screw her. She wants to be that way? Fine!" He could forget about her.

Who needed a bitch like Anna Summers?

DAY 4

Kristoff was listening to one of his favorite songs- "There is a Light That Never Goes Out" by The Smiths when he walked into the elevator.

It surprised him when she- Anna Summers- rushed into the elevator with him.

He looked at her- did a double take- and then stared at the elevator doors close.

Stay calm. Keep it together, Kristoff.

Anna looked at him, but he stared away from her, avoiding eye contact.

This only interested Anna more.

She pointed at his headset, and said "Smiths?" because he was listening to it loudly enough for her to hear.

He hadn't heard what she had said, so he just replied "Hi."

She started bobbing her head and humming the song.

"I love the Smiths!"

Kristoff heard her say something, but he wasn't sure what, so he took off his headphones.
"Sorry?"

"I said I love the Smiths!" He looked at her, confused. Rather confused by her "bitchiness" not her remark, as she pointed to her neck to signify the headphones around his neck. "You have good taste in music."

"You like the Smiths?" he asked, dumbstruck by her perfection

"Yeah." She laughed.

He stared at her in complete awe, as she continued to surprise him.

"To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die," she sang along. "I love 'em."

The elevator doors opened and she walked out.

Kristoff was smiling as wide as a chimpanzee and was in too much awe to say anything.

He finally found the words to say right as she was far enough away to not hear.

"Holy shit."

The doors closed.

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