H is for Hurricane
Hurricane Mai has made landfall at the office. She's only twenty minutes late today. She brings with her gale force winds that scatter the client files on her desk. I can hear the papers go flying. As she makes her way to the kitchen to fill the tea kettle I can hear her fall. Balance is not something she has and abundance of.
As shower of cold water soaks her. Now comes the noise. I chuckle to myself. I had better go and see if I can tame the raging hurricane. As much as I enjoy this I can't have a client walking into this mess.
As I survey the damage I see she has soaked her top. A white shirt is plastered to her body and for a moment I am dumb struck. I can see the outline of her undergarments. Papers are strewn about the office and her desk looks like a demilitarized zone.
Mai catches me staring and flushes red and then starts to yell more.
"Oh, uh, Hi Naru! Sorry I'm late!" She stammers.
I can't help but smirk. "Mai, hot tea."
"Yes, right away Naru." She snaps to attention and as she turns to begin the task I can't help myself. Now that the storm has passed it seems safe.
"And Mai, clean up this mess immediately and yourself. If a client were to walk in here what would they think. You look frightful." I turn on my heel and stride back to my office.
"NARU!" Ah, so it was just the eye of the hurricane. I'll let the storm blow it's self out. Besides, I like stormy weather.