"Yo Jo!"
Johanna's head snapped up from her desk at the sound of her boss's voice, nearly falling from her seat.
"Yes Mike?"
Mike looked at her in slight concern. "You okay? You look drained. Don't tell me you were up all night workin'..."
Johanna shook her head and flicked a misplaced strand of hair behind her ear. She had been up most of the night, but not working.
She had been lying on her couch sleepless, wondering about her decision to take lessons or whatever from the Music Meister.
She could still taste the tea on her lips from the night before, and smell the faint scent of rain on her jacket.
"Nah, just couldn't sleep. Don't fret," she replied, pointing a pen at him. Mike smiled and shook his head.
"I'm allowed to fret. You're one of my best architects. So hush," he said before quickly shaking his head," Say, have you gotten a call from Mr. McClintock?"
Johanna shook her head," No can't say that I've have. Why?"
"He said something about calling you sometime this week. Something about the blueprints and design," he answered, fiddling with a random doo-dad from her desk.
"What? Is there something wrong with them? I mean, I proofread those twice, I ran them by five people in the office and by you! There can't- shouldn't be anything wrong…"Johanna fretted, nervously twitching her fingers.
"Calm down. They are fine," Mike said, placing a hand on her shoulder," Just calm d-"
He was interrupted by the phone on Johanna's desk ringing. She stared at fearfully, eyes wide. She looked up to Mike, frantic.
"Answer it!"
"It's your phone! You answer it!"
"Ugh..Hi, Mr. McClintock! Is everything alright with the designs? They're better than expected? Um, thank you sir! Yes, a meeting next week? Of course! I'm looking forward to it! Okay, good day."
Johanna hung up the phone and slumped back in her chair.
"Thank god..."
"I told you! And you doubted yourself."
"Okay, okay, you're right."
She wheeled to her drafting table, and just began drawing straight lines, her mind going nowhere.
"Hey, you sure you're okay? You seem to be...off."
"I'm fine. I just need some coffee in my system is all," she said with a smile.
"I got you, Jo," Mike replied with a smile, clapping her on the shoulder and leaving her office. She sighed, checking the clock. Twelve twenty-five. Nine hours and 45 minutes until then.
"Fun fun flipping fun…"
She wheeled to her drafting table, and just began drawing straight lines, her mind going nowhere.
