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The copy machine spits out a blank sheet of paper. Ophelia huffs, smacking the machine. She had already replaced the toner and paper, so why wasn't it working? She follows the directions on the touch-screen, opening hatch C and then hatch G. Nothing. Happens.

"Come on!" She smacks it again. It whirs to life, printing off the lab sheets Mr. Rogers needed for A&P.

"That's one way to do it." A voice says behind her. She screams, jumping into a fighting stance. Samantha stands behind her, giggling.

She blushes, lowering her fists. "You scared me." Ophelia faces the machine again, gathering her copies.

"I tend to do that with you." Samantha's voice is directly behind her right ear. Heat creeps up the back of her neck.

When she turns around, Samantha's folders brush her chest. Why is she always so close? "Only because you're tall. Giant people are scary." She moves around the redhead and takes a seat on the dingy leather sofa.

"I'm 5'10 which is 5 inches taller than you." Samantha opens her folder and pulls out some papers.

"6 inches!" She shouts, crossing her arms petulantly.

The copier machine whirs and begins spitting out crisp papers. They fall silent, and Ophelia can't tell if it's awkward or tense. It's Tuesday, 3 days since Saturday, the worst day ever. Literally every time they see each other, waves and smiles are exchanged. Ophelia had hoped to find a friend in Samantha, thinking that since they lived on the same floor it would be easy. How wrong she was! The woman is always on the move, never sitting still. Ophelia could never catch her.

She should just invite her to lunch or something.

"Wanna grab lunch today?" Samantha leans her hip against the copier machine as it works. Her hands are tucked inside the pockets of her khaki chinos, her left foot crossed over the other.

"Me?" She points at herself, shocked.

Samantha makes a show of looking around the room. It's empty save for them. "Yeah, you Ophelia."

A blinding smile lights her face. "Yes!" Ophelia stands quickly, getting into Samatha's space. She nudges the other with her elbow. "I thought you would never ask." Truth colors her words but the other woman doesn't seem to notice. Her gaze is settled on Ophelia, eyes wandering up and down.

"Great, meet me in the Cafe." She grips Ophelia's forearm briefly before grabbing her completed print job from the tray. They both make for the exit. Their shoulders brush as Samantha goes for the door, she holds it open. "After you."

"Thank you." In the hallway, Ophelia begins walking down to the left.

"Um, you're going the wrong way." She stops when Samantha grabs her arm and spins her around. "The science wing is that way." She points to the right.

They're so close that Ophelia can feel Samantha against her every time she breathes in. She tries to hold her breath, breathing shallowly. "I know, I'm running some errands for the math wing today. The assistant is out sick." She glances down at the hand on her arm. "Nice watch."