"Red."
"Green."
My focus was at an immediate pace, crossing the colors with my memory within seconds, trying not to break.
"Blue."
"Just go home and sleep, Quinn, god knows you even get any."
Blair sat a couple chairs down from me, rubbing his eyes, his head leaned forward. I knew he had my best interest in mind but my brain couldn't get enough. I huffed, finally calling it quits and triumphantly leaned back to hit my stale wooden chair. The hard surface did no wonders for my aching back. My eyes focused in on my computer screen, the glowing score showed: 2,236. Not awful but it could be better.
"I'll go home as per your request, but, could you please cross reference this sequence for me?" I looked at Blair with a fake frown, grabbing a paper-clip bound stack of code and shaking it in his general direction. It had to be very late by the the tiredness in his face, he was ready to clock out.
"You leave me no choice."
He grabbed the papers and scanned briefly over the first page. "What are you planting inside that head of yours Quinn? Because Jesus, this is just insanity. Suicidal even."
I laughed at Blair response in my head, logging out of my computer, the hours of it being over worked and heated up finally beginning to die out. Then it turned to black. Tiredness was definitely beginning to gnaw on me, I barely sleep at my place but I could at least try.
"That my friend, is a secret." I sighed, unplugging my hard drive.
"Well, friends are supposed to tell their friends their secrets." He mocked, looking directly in my eyes.
Blair. His blonde curly hair was patted down due to the chunky headphones he liked to wear. He sat beside me smiling, a sarcastic, tired smile. We worked together, usually until the late hours, he wasn't loud, nor did he barely talk. A perfect balance in my opinion. He was smart, graduated high school with computer companies basically eating out of his hand. He was broad and quick, a unique personnel. A perfect counterpart for working. We usually differed about movies and what belongs and doesn't belong on pizza but I still loved having him in my company. He was curious about what I do, what I'm working on and vise -versa, we clicked better than any computer mouse in this shitty facility.
"Well then I guess you're my worst enemy." I joked, watching how Blair's face twisted in annoyance just wanting to know what those papers were for. I work hard on my things, why let it be viewed by others? Besides, its not like I want his advice by any means, we'd just bicker.
"I'm heading out, can't wait to deal with Flo again." I said sarcastically, Blair seemed to pick that up.
"Maybe she'll make you walk her cat again! The possibilities are endless".
The 15th floor of my apartment complex was for sure complex because of Florence Hicks. Oh how I dread seeing her on my way in and out of the building. She'll say something like, "Have you seen Greg?", "Got any sugar at your place?" or "You ever seen the movie Jaws?" . The poor woman probably has something undiagnosed , but I would never tell her that out loud. Blair has obviously heard me complain about her one to many times, I mean for God's sake! Her cats make the whole apartment floor smell like wet cat food.
Blair just loves to make a hard day even harder, and what better way to do that then by mentioning Flo? But, despite Blair's action, I feel bad for forcing paperwork into his lap. I stand up, switch off the majority of the lights, grab my personal things and pull my purse over my shoulder. As I'm walking for the exit door, I whistle at Blair. "Hey, I'm pretty sure there's still some cheese pizza in the mini fridge." I winked, pulling open the oddly heavy door, exiting.
