District 2. Madge is an interior designer and Gale is an Army Officer at the base across the street from her studio.
Madge put out her hand to catch a taxi. It was late and she was busy yelling at her assistant on the phone. "No, the blue couch. Right, that one with the funny pattern. Left corner by the fireplace. Has the wallpaper come yet? Good. Have it put up on that feature wall. Bye Mary." She clicked her phone off and waved her hand.
Her bright orange dress glowed under the street light outside her studio. She had been promoted to lead designer when her boss retired. It was an honor and also a lot of work. She finally flagged down a taxi.
She told the cab driver her destination. As she was sliding in another person slid in on the other side. She looked over, clearly surprised. "Oh... you." She relaxed against the seat and clicked out messages on her phone. The man gave his address and eased back against the seat.
"You always say that like it's a bad thing." Her friend smirked and rested his briefcase on the ground in front of him.
"It is. Why must we always get the same cab?" She groaned and set down her phone.
"You call it out with those long legs, skin tight dresses, golden hair, and doe eyes." She scoffed. "I get in." She turned away from him and looked out the window. "Also I can't help if your office is across from mine."
"Yes you can! There are plenty of military offices in this area. I think you purposely put yourself there." The man smirked.
"So what if I do, Undersee?" Madge huffed and looked down at her phone as it vibrated.
"If you do... then I suggest you move." Madge murmured quickly scanning an email.
"You don't like my company?" The man exclaimed and touched his chest. "I'm heartbroken."
"And I'm annoyed." Madge said.
"Come on." He groaned. "Don't be like this. It must be exhausting."
"What is exhausting, Gale?" She sighed and looked over at him.
"The whole you can't have fun thing."
"I can have fun.." Madge grumbled.
"What do you do for fun? And don't say work."
"I... play piano, read, sketch."
"No that's relaxing. Do you ever get out? Get a drink? Dance? See a movie?" Madge blinked over at him.
"I don't have time for that."
"But you have time to play piano, read, and sketch." Gale smirked.
"I do that in the morning, before work." Madge sighed.
"Right so what do you do at night? Crossword puzzles?" Madge could see he wasn't letting this go.
"I watch porn." She said with dead seriousness.
Gale snorted, "Good one."
"At least I don't have one night stands." She said and her eyes wandered over his pressed uniform.
"I'm guessing that's what you think I do." He said, raising an eyebrow.
"But of course." She said. "A handsome man like yourself could get any pathetic young lady to come home with him."
"You think I'm handsome.." Gale winked.
"Never mind." Madge groaned.
"See I only have my eyes set on one woman. I don't know why because she drives me up a wall."
"Is it your sister?" Madge dead panned.
"Oh- ha ha." Gale said and rolled his eyes.
"I think you're trying to ask me out but all I see is the water displacing from your drowning." She said and turned back to answer hopefully the last email of the night.
"I'm wondering how much effort goes into being so rude." He snarled and turned to look out the window. Madge sat still, looking over his ridged body.
"One drink." She said and leaned forward, quickly telling the cab driver an address of the closest bar.
"Or a few..." Gale smiled and looked over at her.
"Don't push your luck, Hawthorne."
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Erin
