For JIm it was just another regular day at the office. There had been talk of branches merging but he couldn’t possibly care less, the only thing occupying his mind being the clock hitting 5pm so he could return home again. Of course there was nothing there for him — No girlfriend, no family. Only retro games consoles and a deep bath to accommodate his over sized frame. But despite this loneliness, this lack of comfort, anything was better than that office. No company was a blessing, compared to the curse that was Dwight Schrute.
Sitting opposite the obnoxiously educated individual was torture; did he honestly think Jim wanted to hear about what percentage or Canadian road accidents involved moose, how chickens can’t cluck upside down, and especially the peak time of harvesting beets. That was why, at the crisp bell of lunch break, he scooted out of his seat and into the break room.
Freedom, or so he thought. There he sat with a ham cheese sandwich in hand, unwrapping the tin foil, tapping trimmed nails against a can of grape soda. Paradise. On his own was how he worked best — or didn’t work, in regards to this company — but it was mainly just an act to mask how he hated associating with anyone within the office.
There was, however, an exception.
"Hey, you!" He exclaimed at the familiar former co-worker, reluctantly dropping his lunch and offering a hand to her. "Ditto. Sorry to hear about the branch closing; even more sorry that you have to come.. here."
Ixchel seemed to not notice the hand, instead hesitantly moving to sit down across from him and take out a small Tupperware container with fruit in it. After opening her lunch she turned her attention back to Jim with a smile stretching across her face. “It hasn’t really been that bad here, at least not yet.”
Looking down while a blush seemed to burn and fade on freckled cheeks, the mixed latina popped a grape in her mouth. “And the people here are a lot more interesting than at the other branch. Like Kelly, she’s really adorable…” Ixchel looked around as though the indian might be lurking around a vending machine.
"I mean, a little fuckin’ crazy, but pretty nice to work with." She propped her chin on her hand and continued to nibble at her fruit.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
"It's still magic even if you know how it's done."
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