"hey!" His boss waved a hand in front of his face. his voice felt far away. Foggy.
"You feeling okay buddy?"
"Yeah yeah" he said, smoothing the creases between his eyes with his hands, willing wakefulness into his body. "yeah. I'm good."
"You look like you need some caffeine" the boss says, surveying him.
He leaned back in his hair, squinted at the boss, and sighed. "I do."
Bossman looked satisfied. "good. Well you go grab a cup, and one for me too, go to 5th Ave? The one on the right, the bright blue painted one. Good cup of Joe at that place. Nice and strong."
Bossman noticed the zoned out expression, the one that was trying to be concealed, without success of course. "and then you come back" he got down, close, too close. Right in front of his face. Bossman may have even used his name. Or, a nickname. Or .... Buddy. Champ. He didn't know anymore. What was his name? Again? What was it?
Champ looked at bossman. "You come back here nice and refreshed. Work hard the rest of the day." Champ looked at bossman. Bossman looked at champ... Or buddy.... Or whatever it-
Bossmans eyes were so green. No blue. They had become blue. How did they do that. Bossmans face got closer to champs. closer. Closer. They could've kissed if they had wanted to. Bossmans eyes grew wide.
Champ was driving. Again. He needed coffee. Bossman needed coffee. It was the only thing to do.
But there it was again. The flash. And the flash was a person. A woman. A flash of black hair. Of heels. Of- of-
