"Alice, please make copies of these documents, I need them by 3:15."

"Yes ma'am."

I took the files from her and headed to the copy room on the next floor. Although it was just a simply task, I was really glad to leave my desk for a while. I've only been here for a month and a half, but I already feel like it's been forever. The days are slow and boring, it's just type, type, type all day long. There isn't even anyone to talk to besides my boss, and though I really like her, I learned my lesson the last time about getting close to co-workers.

As I absentmindedly rounded the corner, I almost bumped into someone walking to opposite direction. I quickly apologized to her and started to go to the elevator when she stopped me.

"Wait, I need some help, I don't know my way around." It'd be rude to just blow her off. I guess I could just tell her what she needs to know and get back to my work.

"What do you need to know?

"Well, I guess I'd need to know where the bathrooms are, don't want to get into an accident, you see. Then, I suppose the location of the exits would be nice in case of a fire. I don't want to be the idiot jumping out the window. Moreover, I'd love to know what the heck is in jell-o, but I you probably mean what I want to know at this moment, right."

The woman was… strange, and her monologue made me a bit uncomfortable, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be funny, but it just weird. I guess my discomfort was obvious because she immediately started to apologize.

"Sorry," she said, "I'm not a very good comedian as you can see. Why don't we start over," she held out her hand to me, "Hi, I'm Caroline Lewis."

I took her hand and shook it, "Alice Pleasance."

"Nice to meet you Alice, sorry I acted a bit weird, I've always had the tendency to be out of the ordinary when it comes to new situations. May have something to do with always moving as a child, but I also find that I babble until I say the wrong thing and make someone feel uneasy."

"Well, um… Oh, sorry I have to get these to the copy room, I have to go." I turned around, hoping to get away from the awkward conversation.

"I'll go with you! You can show me to my new boss' office when you're done."

She was working here! I know I shouldn't judge someone by the first meeting, but really this woman, Caroline, was… I don't even know what to call it! I didn't say anything though; I simply let her follow me. While we walked the, thankfully, short way to the copy room she kept telling me about herself. I wasn't really listening to her but I there was a piece of information that caught my attention.

"… but what I actually want to do is write. I always wanted to write my own plays, mysteries and dramas and…"

"You like theater?" I interrupted. I've always loved theater, especially musicals, as much as it's embarrassing to say. It's actually been a secret dream of mine to be a background dancer in a musical.

"Yup, I studied all things theater, from acting to writing to costumes and lighting. Hey, that rhymed. Ha!" she laughed. After finding common ground we started to talk more on our way out of the copy room.

"I used to dance when I was younger; I took lessons in ballet and tap."

"Cool, I tried to sing, but the teacher said I sang like a parrot"

"That's so mean!"

"I know! That's why I played a recording of a real parrot when she sang for us."

I giggled at the thought, I was really beginning to get used to her, despite her eccentricity.

"Oh," I remembered, "You never told me who your boss was."

"Yeah, her name was uh… Rebecca Albright"

I smiled, "She's my boss too."

"Awesome, we're working together, what's she like?"

"She's nice, not very talkative, but nice."

We had just walked into the room when Ms. Albright came out in a rush. Her auburn hair flashed past my face as she grabbed her case and coffee.

"Oh Alice," She turned to me," the appointment was moved up, do you have the contracts?"

"Yes, here they are, and the new secretary is here."

"What? Oh, yes, sorry I don't have time to say hello. I'm late, very late. Goodbye."And with that she left us on our own.

"Is she always that late?"

"No, but now that you mention it, she's always in a rush."

"Oh well, what should we do now."

"Do you like tea?"

"Are you kidding? My roommate used to make tea all the time; he practically drowned me in it."

"So, is that a no?" I asked confused.

"Actually it's a roommate is mad but yes, I'll take some."