AN: Your reviews made me really excited! I'm so glad people are intrigued by the setup so far. :3 Thanks for the support!
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Out in the parking lot of 'K to K Accounting' stood a young man.
Jed was new and excited to work, however, the pristine white car that kept backing out of the parking space and then adjusting itself forward again only to stop halfway and reverse again was strange enough to make him not enter the building just yet. The car moved forward and then paused, making Jed think that the driver was finally done, but then it reared back barely an inch.
It was the strangest thing he had ever seen.
The trainer of the new employees came up behind Jed to enter, but then paused to see what was holding up the man. He looked over at the white car and then chuckled.
"That's Leon Oswald, our techie. He's anal about things being perfectly aligned."
Jed looked over at his trainer from orientation. "But when does he know it's straight?"
The car door opened a little and Leon looked down at the white parking line on the asphalt. They saw him shake his head a little and then close the car door. They assumed the car moved for the rear lights were on, but there hardly was any movement.
"His car fits perfectly in his parking space."
"What?"
"Oswald came on his day off to repaint the parking space lines," the trainer shook his head, "He even used a leveler to straighten the measuring tape." He looked down at his watch and frowned. "He should have it straight by now." Sigh. "Crap. Something must have upset him." He shrugged and then walked towards the doors. "Come on. He's going to be out here for a while."
Jed quickly followed his trainer. "Won't he be late?"
The trainer laughed. "He doesn't start work until 8:30am."
Jed looked down at his watch. It was barely turning 8:00am.
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As soon as he woke up this morning, Leon knew that today was not going to be a great day.
Maybe it was the fact that his clock was off by a minute and 33 seconds or the fact that he woke up alone in bed, which really wasn't odd. Though, what was odd was the fact that his wife was looking over color pallets on the kitchen table without having made up her side of the bed. The sheets on her side was still crumpled and her pillow was completely crooked - plus her pillow could have done with a fluff up.
She was an interior decorator, considered to have sharp, but chic taste by the heads of modern office and home makeover magazines. It really wasn't her original plan to be a decorator, but the masters program had been more than she thought it would be. When she had redone Leon's office cubicle, she found that she had taken some sort of pleasure in the task.
It was better than some menial minimum wage job, so she looked into it.
Usually, he woke up in time to see her fixing her make up. Then they'd greet each other and he'd get out of bed, kiss the side of her cheek and then head to the bathroom for a shower. So technically, he always woke up alone in bed, but not alone in the room. When he made it out to the kitchen, he found Layla still in her robe and no slippers on, just staring at the color pallets. He kissed the side of her cheek, but for some reason, he felt like she would have preferred that he hadn't. The tiny little frown on her face was the culprit of his assumption.
The differences upset him.
His fingers slipped on the keyboard, accidentally hitting "enter" instead of "shift". He let out a long breath and backspaced. His typing rhythm was off. He didn't like to be off in anything. Some guys near his cubicle were walking back to their desks when they saw Leon walk out of his cubicle with an empty mug.
"Hey Oswald!"
Leon barely glanced at the man and then continued walking. He heard some rapid footsteps and bit back a sigh. He was hoping to get some coffee before something else went wrong. A co-worker coming over to blab with his buddies close by most definitely was 'wrong' in his book.
No one came to Leon unless they needed tech support.
"Hey man," the co-worker stood in Leon's line of view as he fixed up a cup of joe, "my buddies and me were just talking about the fundraiser last week." He leaned kind of close. "Saw you pinch that redhead's butt."
Leon poured some creamer into his cup. "I was getting a stray string off of her skirt."
"Riiight." The co-worker grinned. "So did you also help hang her skirt? Iron it the next morning?"
"...What are you implying?"
"Nothing! Just...wondering if you had a good night's sleep that night." The man leered a little. "Or did her snoring keep you up?"
Leon sighed to himself. It was juveniles like this idiot that made the workplace aggravating. He turned around to grab the usual Monday morning donuts when he saw that the pink box was not on the break room table.
"Where's the donuts?"
The co-worker shrugged. "Dave called in sick today. So no donuts."
Yet another thing off today.
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The donut shop had been a little further than he thought, but he made it.
"Welcome to Tim's Terrific Donuts!"
Leon sharply looked at the redhead at the counter. "Sora Naegino?"
Sora blinked at the address and then laughed. "Leo! No, Leon! Haha! What a happy coincidence!"
"I thought you worked as a server."
She continued putting new donuts on a tray. "That's a 'once in a while' kind of job. This is my main job." She dropped a donut and picked it up. "So you want some treat or something before doing your big job?"
He slightly winced as she bit into the donut she dropped. "That was on the floor."
"Eh. Ten second rule."
He hated that "rule." He desperately wanted to find the person that told the general population that stupid time limit rule and shake some sense into him. How could dropping something on a public floor still be considered clean within ten seconds? It was a whole ten seconds. A lot could happen in one second. Imagine what ten seconds could do...
He faintly shuddered at the horrible possibilities.
"I'll take 50 donuts." Pause. "After you wash your hands."
She shoved half of the donut into her mouth and still managed to get out a laugh. She muffled out something, but he didn't understand what in the world she just said to him.
"Could you repeat that after your mouth is free?"
She swallowed a huge lump - he could practically see the massive chunk going down her throat. "I always wash my hands before serving, silly!" She went over to the sink and squirted a bunch of soap on her hands. "50 donuts, you said? That suppose to last you the whole month?"
"No, it's -" he paused. He was getting a bunch of donuts for some imbeciles that knew Dave the Donut guy was out long before he had clocked in. Why hadn't anyone else gone to pick this up? "You know what, make it 1."
"You got it hotshot," she winked. "You want a plain one, right? Just glazed?"
"Yes I -how did you know?"
"Well I just realized that your office gets donuts from here and no one's ordered any this morning." Sora went to the side of the counter where one little pink donut box was sitting. "And they always ask for one plain glazed donut in its own box. That's yours, right? Back in middle school you liked your food to not touch other things."
She brought him the box and he opened it. Inside sat one perfectly glazed donut. He was speechless for five whole seconds.
"...You glazed this?"
"Oh no!" She snorted in her laughter. "Ken did in the back. I'd just screw it up."
He nodded his head in understanding. What he knew of her, he could see her making a mess of the glaze, which was why he was initially confused when he thought she had glazed it. But now things made sense.
He paid for the donut and she sent him on his way with a smile.
When he was back at his desk, he bit into the perfectly glazed donut and felt that just a little part of his day would be alright.
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AN: If you haven't read the updating note on my profile, I'm not able to update as frequently as I used to, but I will still work on my stories! :D
