Koke is almost a complete difference. He's hopeful though that he can be a complete one.
He has a complicated personality that's frequently on test by those around him. That's the price he has to pay to prove that he's extremely or eccentrically dis...
Donning an orange long-sleeved shirt and a blue slim tie, Aldo's son settles in the black office chair. He sits cross-legged in black trousers. His eyes are looking fixedly on the monitor screen in front of him while his index finger lightly touches just above his upper lip.
A knock sounds on the cubicle door. His slow response kinder indicates he expects someone. The chick with kitten eyes is standing at the door with a smile healthier than ever. There's something in Koke's eyes that he looks with at the female. Something like weakness. Marion keeps him up into the night with all the texts they can exchange.
The woman walks in, not waiting for the office occupant to give her permission. Her smile is a salute and probably compensation for the deteriorating behaviour. Stopping in front of him, she offers the guy her file. On her grey jumper is the name Lucy in black.
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Her smile widens to a grin before she turns for the door, her small behind waggling beneath pinkish trousers.
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Koke can't take his eyes off her show until she disappears. A smile creeps on his visage and he shakes his head prior to returning to the exercise of his duty. After some minutes, another knock gets him out of a deeper occupational phase. He gently picks the small caramel file off his desk and raises it towards the direction of the door. When he senses no response, his face turns hastily only to notice someone unexpected, with her shoulders and hands in a shrug position.
"Sorry. I thought....It was the owner of.... " He glances at the file and back to the young woman still standing at the entrance with her gesture less intense.
" So I'm not welcome?" Asks the lass. Her countenance is straight with a confidence to slap Koke.
"You're, please. Come in." The junior accountant places the yellow-brown file back to rest. His attention turns to this bird with sparkling amber hair, her attire being a deep blue jumpsuit.
