A/N: this story is only like, 75% true.
Nearly every single day felt like the same routine. Wake up at 6 a.m., eat some breakfast, drink caffeine, brush teeth, get dressed, do makeup, get things together, leave for the bus. Wait (im)patiently for the bus, get on the bus, arrive in town, get on the second bus, and then walk from the footsteps for about, three minutes, to work. Then the routine was to make self appear busy at all times, don't get in trouble, and then leave.
It was almost time to go home, and everyone seemed engrossed in conversation. Brogan, as per usual, just sat back, listened, and laughed at the appropriate times. She sat back in her chair, and she began to plait her fringe, like she usually did. She was listening and laughing along to her work colleague, Dani, whom was freaking out about boy's leg hair. Brogan had to admit, she was currently agreeing. All the admin team were all dressed in football gear, ready for their game. Something that was new to Brogan, knowing that their work had a football team. Nonetheless, she shook the thoughts of confusion out of her head, and she carried on listening to Dani complaining to the lads. The door opened, and she watched the last two lads walk back into the office. Brogan's eyes fell on one of them in particular. But she quickly averted her gaze, refusing to get caught of staring for the wrong reasons. Everything was still so uncanny. The way he looked from all angles. But thankfully, nobody asked her about her past, or her relationships. Not like she'd turn around and say, "oh, my ex-boyfriend looks exactly like someone in the admin, and it basically makes me so unnerved every single goddamned day." She watched the lads, laughing at their responses to Dani's freak outs. And then she turned away, and she sneezed.
"Bless you." She heard someone say quietly.
Brogan's head snapped over to the doorway, to see Mr. Lookalike watching her.
She smiled politely,
"Thanks." She murmured.
He nodded once, his eyes still on her, but he carried on talking to the lads. Brogan looked away, refusing to be caught for staring back, and she glanced down at her phone, pressing the home button, hoping it was time to leave. Looking ahead of her, she saw Belle getting ready to leave. Thanking God inside her head, Brogan started to collect her things together, and she shrugged on her coat, zipping it up, and then she collected her bags and umbrella. She stole a glance, to see that he was also doing the same. Sighing inaudibly, Brogan tried to keep calm, but she knew that she was probably shamefully blushing. Quickly tidying up her desk, Brogan then threw away her empty water bottle, and she picked up her phone from her desk. Looking around her side of the office, Brogan then started to say her goodbyes. Mr. Lookalike was still standing right beside the door. So as everyone said their goodbyes back to her, Mr. Lookalike had to step aside. But instead, he opened the door for her.
"Thanks." Brogan said quietly, looking up at him.
He smiled small at her, and then he handed her a small piece of paper secretly.
Brogan furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, but she nodded once at him, and walked out of the room. As she walked down the corridor, Brogan stopped halfway, and she looked behind her, at the now-closed door. She unfolded the small piece of paper, and she read the message:
Made sure you got paid tomorrow.
You're welcome. -A.
Brogan felt even more confused, but carried on walking out of the two buildings. Meeting her dad outside, she climbed into the car, and stared out of the window.
"How you doin' then?" Her dad asked, as he drove off.
Brogan was staring out of the windshield,
"Alright." She mumbled. Her hand was curled up into a fist, and she could still feel the note pressed against her hand. It was official: She. Was. Fucked.