KATARINA: VAMPIRE (SLAY/LOV)ER

Part II - Friendship

"What time is it?" she groggily said to herself as she smacked her dry lips together. She realized she dozed off while scrolling through her phone. Kat half stretched and half brushed a clump of frazzled hair from her face as she turned to look at her alarm clock.

4:17 p.m.

Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Her internship at the Boeing office started at 5 o'clock.

"Way to go Kat," she thought as she hurriedly put on a black pair of flats, ignoring her embossed ones at the end of her bed, and swapped her sweater for a blazer. She tossed her hair in a bun held together with chopsticks as she looked in the mirror. One bobby pin in hand, one held in her mouth, she positioned her just-too-long bangs out of her face and pinned them in place.

"Good enough."

Kat ran downstairs and passed by her dad, equally passed out as she was just barely, sitting in his recliner "watching" TV. She grabbed her purse and keys, headed outside and got in her car, threw that bitch in reverse, and gunned it.

Figuring it would be a waste of time Kat didn't even put on music. However, there was one stop she knew she had to make.

"One grande dark roast with two shots of espresso and one grande iced caramel macchiato two pumps of sweetener, please."

If there is anything Katarina learned from her internship that she can bring to the table in the working world it was this: If you're going to be late to work, have a good excuse. For her boss, Mr. Smith, coffee was just that.

After an awkward exchange of coffees and currency, Kat was on her way out of Starbucks with no time to spare.

There was nothing crazy about this internship position. Most evenings were just pushing paperwork and sometimes walking around and seeing how different departments worked. Kat enjoyed it though. It was good ammo for a resume while trying to adult, and on top of that, Katarina enjoyed working for Mr. Smith.

Ah, Mr. Smith...

Standing at 6'1", people feel his presence when he enters a room. His steel blue eyes pop in contrast to his fair skin. His dark brown hair long enough to be shaggy, but well kempt. He generally wore a dark grey or black slim fitting suit, to match his athletic body; he swam in college, as seen from his office plaques and broad shoulders.

She parked her car and hurriedly entered the tallest building in Everett. Trying not to break a sweat she pushed the elevator button for the top floor and tried to calm herself.

Bing. The elevator door opened. Kat stepped out and saw Mr. Smith standing next to his secretary's desk.

"Thanks Kat," Mr. Smith said as he took the coffee and abruptly turned to enter his office.

"Whoa," thought Kat, slightly stunned. "I didn't realize he knew my name."

"Ahem," the secretary, Barbara, cleared her throat. "Don't you have work to do?"

Realizing she had been caught stargazing she meandered away to wrangle up some papers and compile some reports and numbers, you know, she had to at least pretend to do something. After an hour of this mind-numbing work she needed a distraction.

Bzzt bzzt.

Perfect.

Katarina felt her phone vibrate in her pant pocket.