I awoke to my alarm clock blaring loudly. I pressed snooze three times before finally willing myself out of bed. It was a cool November morning, and totally overcast outside.
This is going to put a drag on my morning...
Work days are always a drag, but throw a little bad weather in the mix... not much fun for a mind reader.
I got ready, and bolted out the door into my car in order to make it to work on time; barely huffing a good morning to my mom on the way out. I vaguely noticed her watching my little sister Emryld, who's telekinetic ability has just begun to transpire. I drove along staring blankly ahead, mostly on autopilot. I knew I should've stayed home last night instead of letting my mom guilt trip me into "spending time with Emryld," which really meant babysitting before an eight a.m. shift. Safe to say I am NOT a morning person.
I finally parked my car and scurried across the lot to my communications director. Sticking to it's absent-ness from this morning, my mind wandered. Why do I need to learn communication when I can read minds right? Barbie Becca was thinking about her regular: boys, drugs, no not drugs, sobriety sucks even though I need it for this job, blah blah blah. Never-left-high-school-football-behind Jack was mulling over the "who is" and "has beens" of professional teams, which suddenly changed to the professional cheerleaders of those teams, which quickly made me tune out. As soon as my attention left one person, it was quickly redirected in a another direction. I sensed something, and it was something I haven't felt before.
The door to the conference room opened, and right before any figure entered; an aura did. It was a clear red, like a crisp apple that was so delicious it had me yanking my head enviously in the direction of whoever was enjoying it. I knew what that clear red meant: passionate, energetic, competitive, powerful, and sexual. I was drowning in this aura. The conference room, the director, and my notebook all appeared red. I'm sure I am staring at this guy now because I can't drown out his nice, clear red. I could vaguely make out caramel colored skin and shining greenish brown eyes, and I chose to focus on those.
The person sat down right next to me.
He sat down right next to me, I internally screamed.
And after I'd labeled the aura as a male, my peripheral vision confirmed it to be so. I saw broad shoulders, defined by a dark grey suit that looked to expensive to be in a SPENCER&Co. Law Offices meeting.
I kept my face pointed forward, pretending to be focused; my cheeks probably as red as his aura. I could see in my peripheral that he was looking at me, or at least at something near me. And he was smirking...
My cheeks flared even hotter, as if this guy next to me could clearly see my attraction to him. Then why would he be smirking?
Maybe I just look like a red-faced idiot and that's why he's smirking. I thought. Why am I so attracted to this man, anyways? The prodigal daughter can't even keep her cool around boys...
On a sudden whim of courage, I turned my head to catch him staring. He isn't looking, and I feel my entire body sulk. Maybe I was hoping he was looking more than I willed myself to imagine. This felt like high school all over again, when every girl drooled over the new kid who comes in half way through the year. Every girl is so into him until he becomes a norm like all the other boys. I just had to wait it out until the knight in a snazzy suit became more of a loser in a nap sack..
The director drones on about our goals and objectives for the next year, the progress she would like to see, and the bonuses to be received by first, second, and third place in the contest for effective execution of said goals. My mind continues to stay absent, except to steal quick glances at Mr. Redman. If he continues to work here, I may have a problem...
